Come Back To Me Series Novels & Stories

That I was born to kill? But until then, for now, I would enjoy the warmth of having her by my side. "Yeah, I guess," I said, smiling as I finished my coffee. She had already finished hers. "So… back to work, huh?" she asked. "Yeah, I have some research to conclude," I said. "And I have to go back home," she added, standing up. Outside, she turned to me. "Bye, Robins, This was really nice" she said, looking at me.

dad asked eyeing Kevin suspiciously. “No, dad. I doubted him too. But you can rest assured. He’s not the one who abducted me. And about me getting injured, I just slipped on the way here.” I chuckled. “Okay. We’re just delighted to have you back home safe and sound.” dad replied and gave me a quick hug. “So, urm- guys, this is Kevin. He’s the one who took care of me and brought me back home.” I introduced him to my family. “Hi, everyone. I’m Kevin. Nice to meet you.” he said and nodded.

That was when he first took root in my heart. Yet, the man in front of me now looked nothing like the one from that night. In the pot below, the dead flowers suddenly sprouted green shoots. The yellowed petals flushed back to life, turning red again before everyone's eyes. Gasps rose from every corner of the room. Alan rushed over and grabbed my bleeding wrist, his hand icy with shock. His voice shook. "So it was really you five years ago… I'm so sorry. I should've known sooner!" Just then, an angry old voice rang out from the doorway.

It was painful but this was the only path for us. My phone beeped and I looked at the message, my heart drumming in guilt. Kris: I’m back. Alvin says hi.

Natalia opened her mouth to speak, but Nathan continued, this time in a lower tone, almost a whisper: —If he didn’t love me, why did he come back? Natalia hugged him, feeling her son’s small body tense up. —It doesn’t matter why he came back. I’m the only one who will always be with you, Nathan. Nathan didn’t answer. But in his mind, the questions kept swirling. “What does he want from me? Why doesn’t Mom want me to meet him?” *** Isabella’s morning had begun with the promise of distraction. She arrived at the Ebony and Ivory club with her characteristic air of superiority, holding her designer handbag like a trophy.

They call her doctor Audrey Ellenora Jace, the surgeon with magic hands, because the speed of her hand movements determines dangerous points on the patient's body and her flexibility when suturing wounds. I'm blown away. She was super cool. She was supposed to return to New York last year, but something seemed to hold her back from doing so and it wasn't until a few months ago that she returned. I asked my secretary to compile a trace of her activities over the past year until today. She's more perfect than she was five years ago when we first met, and I won't let her go again. Not only because I'm fed up with the council members' insinuations about my mate having to get pregnant, but becaus

"What are you doing?" Shuffling, "What? Me?" Charlie narrows her eyes, a thought pops into her head, "Deedah! Are you having sex?!" This time, her best-friend laughs loudly, "No, *Poo-poo bear*. This fart bag was tickling me before you called. That monster..." She mutters at the end. "Oh? Zeus is back from Egypt? When did he get back?" "Dude just got back yesterday and he's trying to get into my pants," She hears the traces of an eye roll in her tone.

Amelia looked at the closed door and looked suddenly grave, "Sarah, there is a spare key in the drawer in the other bedroom, you go and get it." "Good." Sarah nodded and hurriedly went to the other room to get the key. Soon, she fetched the key and gave it to Amelia. Amelia got the key and opened the door directly, and saw Eva Cole standing in front of the window at a glance. Her figure looked so thin, she stood motionless at the window as if she hadn't heard the door open, and didn't turn around. "Mother......" Amelia's heart was in her throat as she cautiously walked towards her and then hugged her from behind, "Mother, it's Amelia, I'm back."

"I never wanted to leave you. You have to believe me." "How did you come back?" I asked, voice shaking but eager for the truth. "What pulled you back to me?" He hesitated, swallowing hard. "I don’t fully know. It’s like... something inside me kept fighting. Your voice, your face—they never left my mind. Even when everything was dark, I held onto that. You brought me back." I smiled softly, a mixture of relief and wonder flooding through me. "I never stopped hoping. I never stopped calling for you, even when it felt impossible."

I inquired also. "Yeah, I did that already too," he cleared his throat. "Guess what?" I sighed. "You know I am not good at playing guessing games. What is it, Richard?" "She's back." I sat up in my chair and narrowed my eyes in confusion. "Who? Who is back?" "Sabrina is back, Richard, and this time around, she is back for good."