Comeback To Me Artinya Novels & Stories

Then he paused for a moment, the corner of his quiet mouth suddenly curved up into a very light smile. "Ting!" The text message bell rang in the middle of the night, bringing him back to his senses. Handing the phone in his hand, he pressed the open button. "Goodnight Mr. Borrison *smiley emoji*!" The faint smile on her lips turned into a bright smile. He took off his glasses and read and reread her brief message, his mind drifting back to the moment he met her. This little girl. He smiled wryly, shook his head and pondered how to respond to her.

She sobbed and pulled her in to another hug. She is so happy that her daughter is back to her old self. No more feelings of depression again. She is strong and she love it. "Mom, it's okay." She smiled and wiped her tears. "I would also start looking for job tomorrow." She added and her mother smiled happily. "Thank you Lord for giving me back my daughter." She praised "Mom, you are being dramatic." She laughed. "Mom." She called and she glanced up looking directly into daughter's eyes.

I begged her to come back to him, and she refused, even when he asked me out, I asked her if she was fine with it, and she encouraged me to date him, that she was truly done with him— now she is back, and just like that, I have been thrown out. Tears streamed down my eyes as I stared at her, "Why Jessica? Why are you back? You told me you didn't want him." She let out a loud mockery laughter, "Mirabel, you are so gullible. Oh! You felt getting pregnant was the best way to trap him?" she shook her head, "How foolish can you be." "Stop it!" I screamed, I felt like I was being stabbed with thousand knives. "I didn't plan my pregnancy, and you told me you were fine with me being with him."

With shaking hands, I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack—the one who had tried to bring me back many times before. My voice was hollow, but firm. "Dean… I'm ready to return. I'll come back to our pack."

They were back. I forced myself to lie back down, trying to calm myself. I stared at the walls of my room, surrounded by good memories—memories I now knew were entirely true, not just an act by a guy trying to get me into bed. But even so, they brought no comfort, because tracing each one led to the same outcome: me losing my child at a bus station. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the good things. Everything I’d gained since coming back to São Fernando: I learned the truth about what Marcos did, helped my dad, reconnected with old friends, made new ones, and Marcos and I got back together.

How could five years of their relationship mean nothing? Her hands trembled as she gripped the phone, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. At that moment, the front door opened. Nathaniel was back. He slipped his arms around her from behind, his voice low and tender. “Sylvia, why are you crying again? I’m home now. There’s really nothing going on between me and her. I didn’t make it back last night because I drank too much with the guys. “As for Vivian, she’s just a friend. She just got back from overseas, and I ran into her this morning. Don’t overthink it, okay?”

Amidst the daily grind, a spark of excitement arrives in the form of a text message from Julien Montclair, my art mentor. “Hey, Aria. I am back. We need to meet!” His words bring a rush of joy; he is in town for another event for sure. Julien has always been a source of inspiration and guidance, and his presence in my life has been invaluable. The prospect of seeing him again fills me with anticipation and happiness.

MIRABELLA’S POV “Yes, I am.” I responded boldly, putting on a deadpan face. Nicole glared at me, but I wasn’t moved at all by her vicious gaze. “You really are something, Mirabella. After all these years, why did you suddenly come back? If you’re here for Easton, you should just go back and save yourself the embarrassment.” Nicole said, folding her arms across her chest.

That was why he had no idea who Gabriella and Henry were—he didn't browse the local Internet. "Are you a permanent resident?" Robin shook his head. "We're planning to return to Chatan this year. Unless things change, we plan to stay there." "Why? Aren't things good in Moreland? Why do you want to come back?" Robin thought about it for a moment and said, "It's not that it's bad. My parents just feel that we can't forget our roots. I'm also about to graduate. So we just decided to go back." "It's good to go back. Chatan's been developing pretty fast lately."

“If you want it back, you know where to find me.” Home.