Dear Miss President I Want You Back Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked, referring to that whole little show. "Did you not like it?" He asked, looking innocent. "I see you spent a lot of money getting all this organized," I said, lightly kicking some rose petals. "I'm a billionaire, babe. I can afford to exaggerate without fear," he replied with a shrug. "Okay, but you still haven't answered my question. I want to know why you went to all this trouble. Why did you do this?" I looked at him as being direct. "I thought you already understood," he said, pointing to the billboards that still projected the phrase. "It's written everywhere. I did all this because I want you back, Laura."

Alex stared at her phone in disbelief. How the hell did he figure out her username? She never used her full name on her socials. She opened the text and sent him her phone number. Alex preferred phone calls over texts because she never responded to people. Less than a minute later her phone rang. "How did you find me?" Alex giggled. "I found the guy your friend was making out with, he gave me her username so I went onto her account and found you. I really missed you and wanted to hear your voice again"

"Is there a reason you're staring at me like that?" "You are beautiful," Adrian said smiling. "And you are just realizing that now?" She sighed. "Adrian, what do you want from me?" "It's been a while since you called me by that name," Adrian said feeling good about it. "Mr Wolfe, what do you want from me?" "I want you. Elena, I have missed you dearly. I just want you back in my life." "Oh, Mr Wolfe, you lost me the second you let me walk through that door three years ago."

"If I had run for president! I will not let Marcus and his fucking cronies walk all over my head!" "But it won't happen again! I came back here to take everything back from you, your presidency! Your castle! And your woman!"

Completely. Precious: Okay..regardless of how you feel or how you wanna feel Anastacia Katharina Joules…I love you and I miss you..and I’ll love you and miss you even on those days or weeks or months..and it should’t be too much because you are not obligated to do anything but appreciate it..I’m not trying you down or expect anything in return..but I got you and understood you well here….I won’t say it to you ever again..don’t wanna be too much Me: You’re not too much. Don’t think it’s your fault. You just like a lot of fucked up people Precious: I noticed I pick them very well

It came out more like a question then an answer but she just smiled happily at me. "Great. Because I was thinking, maybe we could talk about....getting back together again? You know, rekindle old moments together and start over? Cos I really want you back Jonathan. I've never wanted anyone more then I want you right now and I know you still feel the same about me. I know it was a stupid thing to kiss Jake behind your back, and I promise it won't happen again. So, what do you say?"

"Well, I don't care. But if she makes our president sad, I'm gonna beat the hell out of her." Till now Irene silently heard them but this time she couldn't help but burst out in laughter. They probably didn't know how badly they would be defeated. "Yeah, me too. I also want to see who this woman is snatching our president from u... Ahh, Miss Miller." Suddenly seeing Irene there, the women went silent and they looked at each other. "We are sorry, we didn't mean to talk about the president here. Uhmm, we didn't know that..."

I will always come back for you! XOXO Natacha_H

I replied spitefully, my voice dripping with venom. I watched her face pale at the sound of Natasha’s name. “You…how did you?…” “Oh my, is that Jennifer Anderson,” a hushed voice squealed, cutting Tina’s words off, as our attention shifted to the small crowd. “When did she return to the country?” “I heard she is engaged to the president. She is so lucky to have the president in love with her,” another whispered, a female this time, her voice tinged with sadness. “She is so beautiful, she looks like an angel in real life.

VERONICA’S POV “What do you want from me, Vincent?” I asked pushing down the bile that was already rising inside of me slowly. Vincent stared at me. Then he said, “I want us back... I want us back together. I missed you, Veronica. I miss us... I know I made mistakes but I really want you back, I swear.”