Comeback To Me Artinya Novels & Stories

“Bruce, what makes you think that I came all the way here just to joke with you or make a fool of myself” He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, as I mentioned earlier, the suffering must have been too much for you and that is why you are here and the thing is that you want me to accept you back!” My eyes blinked a couple of times as I tried to wrap my head around his words. “You must be kidding me right now! What do you mean by I want to come back to you? Why the hell would I want to come back to you” My eyes widened in disbelief.

The message remained. Two simple words. WELCOME BACK. Ama stared at them. Back. Not welcome. Back. The word lodged itself inside her thoughts. As though it mattered more than everything else. Back implied return. Back implied prior presence. Back implied history. History they didn't remember. Elena suddenly looked uneasy. “Ama.” Ama turned. “What?” Elena hesitated. Then spoke softly. “Does any part of that message feel familiar?” The question immediately unsettled her. Because the answer was yes.

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.

I hadn’t even been aiming for that, but if Julia was warning me off it, then now I wanted it. Because there’s no better motivator than proving people wrong. ***** Gisele opened the door of her trailer and looked stoked to see me. "I’m so happy you’re back," she smiled, pulling me into a quick hug. "I’m happy to be back. How have you been holding up?"

"Bonnie, listen to my voice, baby." My vision starts to clear up but I'm struggling to breathe, still struggling to talk. I haven't seen their faces so how can just hearing their voices take me back to that place? "Bonnie, come back to me, sweetheart. That's it, listen to my voice, come back to me." My vision finally completely clears and all I can see is my mate standing in front of me, his eyes full of worry meeting mine and that's enough to pull me back to the now.

"I almost died from missing you." "I think I miss you too, Rica," said Liam again. He deliberately paused his words. "Being in Italy with Audrey made me think that you were actually the one I needed. You should be by my side for me to introduce as Luna." Silence. Rica's breathing was heard in short bursts as if she was looking for air to fill her lungs. "Liam, do you really feel that?" Rica asked in a trembling voice. "Yes." "When are you coming back?"

She tugged on her mother's sleeve. "I like this one." "Why?" Her mother asked. "It looks hopeful." I smiled quietly. Hopeful. That wasn't a word anyone would've used to describe my life a year ago. Now, someone could see it in my art. Maybe because I could finally see it in myself. The gallery manager walked over. "Congratulations." "For what?" "You've become one of our most requested artists." I blinked. "I have?" He laughed. "You really don't read your emails, do you?"

He'd seen me take my first steps into the world he ruled. And now he wanted me back. A third message appeared, just two words that made my decision for me: Welcome home.

Sharp. Focused. But there was something else in them too. Something… tired. Something strained. “You’re back,” I said softly, almost afraid to believe it. His jaw tightened. “For now.” My heart skipped. “…What do you mean, for now?” Jason exhaled slowly, like the words were heavy in his chest. “Something about you,” he said quietly, his gaze searching my face, “brought me back.” My breath caught. “Me?” He nodded once. “When you ran to me… when you touched me… it was like the fog in my head cleared.” His voice dropped lower. “Like something pulled me back.”

the boy said excitedly. "Do you think she loves me?" Matteo asked, unsure. "I've heard her crying for you when she thinks I'm not looking, and if I show up while she's doing it, she uses a silly excuse about having something in her eye." "Dad, you must come back to us, win Mom back. I don't know what you did to her before, but this time you have to do things right. I already want the four of us to live together and have a little sister. Can you, Dad, order a little sister for me when you get back with Mom?" the boy mentioned, and Matteo smiled, kissing him on the forehead.