Dear Miss President I Want You Back Novels & Stories

I hated how she was opening up closed wounds; she was cruel, heartless even for trying to come up here. "And I wanted more; you weren't ready to give me more, but now... I know, Jay, I know what we shared and had was good. The best, and that's why I am back. I am back to get my man, and I don't care if you like her..." she gestured to the iPad at me. "I want you back and will go to any length to make that happen."

“Alice, please. I’m sorry. See, My life hasn’t felt complete since the divorce. I made a mistake and i want to fix it. Please,” My heart twisted at his words, but anger bubbled up. “You think this is how it works? You cheated on me with my best friend! You shattered everything we had, and now you want me back?” He shook his head, his voice rising. “No! We can fix everything. I made a bad choice, i know. I let my ego get the best of me, i know. But I can change. I’ll leave Natasha. I’ll do anything. Just come back to me,”

"What choice do I have?" "You fight. You always fight." Dr. Marsh tilted her head. "Such loyalty. It's touching. But also stupid." She held up the remote. "Here's how this works. You leave. You take one child. Any one you want. The rest stay. You never come back. And every week, I send you a video of the children playing happily so you know they're alive." "And if I refuse?" "Then I press this button nineteen more times. Then I send the red-eyed children to tear you apart. Then I call Vane and tell him the Queen is dead."

“If that’s the case, why did you come back?” “South City is my home. Do I need your permission to come back home, President Miller?” “No, you don’t. But answer this question for me, Yvonne Yates. Did you come back because you heard that Fiona and I are getting engaged?” “Haha, you think too highly of yourself, President Miller. I just need my heart broken by a sc*m like you only once in my life. I wouldn’t subject myself to doing something so disgusting again even if I become disabled. So, don’t worry. I’ll avoid you whenever I see you.”

Aurora By the time I got home that night, my nerves were frayed. Damien Cross had walked back into my life, looked me in the eye, and told me he wanted me back. After five years. He had to be insane if he thought I was going to let him waltz his way back into my life and let him have his way. To think he thought a single apology would erase all of that. I shoved my office bag onto the kitchen counter harder than necessary.

Melissa responds with a frowny face "Am..Am really sorry, my bad. I shouldn't have asked such ridiculous question. I will go straight to the point already.., Melissa! .. I want you back home, back to the mansion please am pleading" He pleads "Home you say!... the For what reason please?" she interrogated "I feel alone in the house and I miss your presence, Jus..just find a.." He replies

You know that’s not true Boy I want you bad I hate you so much But I love you oh so bad When I say I’m leaving I don’t mean it I just want you back (La la la la la la la) Tell me a way we can make this better Boy I want you back now forever (La la la la la la la) We can base it all on this week together Boy I want you back now forever” She wiped the tears off her face and changed into a jogging outfit. The sun had set and it wasn't a bad time to go jogging to clear her mind and forget all that had happened.

I don't want to admit I want him back I am in deep shit, my friends!

♥ THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ♥ ♥I Don't Want You Back Song by AJ Mitchell♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ I've been waiting for the day you say you want me back I've been alone but baby I can't seem to understand You threw my heart into the flames I took our pictures out the frames I tried to throw 'em out but I still keep 'em just in case If you're wondering if I still love you after so much time has passed

It was nothing new since I usually had lots of paparazzi always wanting to take a picture with me. “Sir, do you want to take questions from the camera crew?” my assistant whispered into my ears as I gave a weak nod. I did not want to appear as a harsh president to the audience. “Sir,” one of the camera crews called to me after my assistant had given the go ahead order for them to ask their questions. “Do you have anything to say after finding out Madame Zendaya is back in town with you?” “How long have you known about her reappearance?” another asked as I waved them off confused on why they were talking about her.