Dear Mr President I Want You Back Novels & Stories

i whispered “Thank you” “You're welcome ma'am” I took a sip before i let out a word “Why I'm i here Vivienne?” “I have just two requests to make from you,i really want to be with Ethan and you know that child could ruin things for me” “So this is about my baby”i said as i sucked my drink. “I don't want to have to play games with you mara all i need is your compliance he already offered you a fortune sign the damn papers and be out of our lives or we do it the hard way”

His fingers moved immediately, dialing the unknown number without hesitation but the call failed the second it connected. Unreachable. Adrian cursed under his breath and called again. Doesn't exist. And again. But still nothing. The silence inside the penthouse suddenly became unbearable then another message came through. This time there was no photo…only a single sentence. “If I wanted to hurt her, Adrian…you’d already be too late.”

"The problem was never too much thinking. The problem was not enough feeling." "Do you miss him?" Marcus was quiet. Then: "I miss the man he was before. The one who laughed. The one who held Variant babies and sang them lullabies." He looked at me. "You remind me of that man. Not the King. The man." "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." "It's the truest." We sat in silence. The wind howled. The waves crashed. "Marcus," I said. "The thing in the trench. The First One. What is it?"

"I overheard President Robinson discussing with President Reed, the CEO of the Reeds Group. President Robinson just got back from a business trip abroad, and instead of going home, he called his friends and they came here instead. Does he really hate his wife that much?” "I heard he doesn’t love his wife, but married her because of his grandfather. So I’m not surprised that even after one week of being away, he came back and instead of going home to see his wife, he came here instead." "I used to envy Miss Williams for marrying the richest man in the world, but now I'm feeling sorry for her. Who knows what she's dealing with behind closed doors? If this is what it takes to be with a milliona

Jayson held his little face and asked tenderly, "And what about you, do you miss your dad?" Zack opened his eyes and blinked gently, but he dared not reveal his true feelings. Behind him, Owen's voice came, "Why are you going back? If it were me, I would just cut ties with the devil king and be with mommy forever!" Zack turned around. Owen walked towards him and grabbed his arm, "Zack, please don't leave. Didn't you say you were happy here? Why do you want to go back?" Jayson didn't speak, feeling somewhat complicated.

“I’m not sure Dad would like this when he finds out.” “I'd be back…”

“ You are back” “ I am not back for you, why are you here?” I asked again, my voice rushing in octaves. I waited for him to give an answer or heaven helped me because I was so sure that I would throw him out. I didn't care whatever anyone would think, be it him or anyone else. “ I want you back” I stiffened in a cackle, before placing a hand on my stomach as I let it out. Me back? Was this some kind of joke?

“Wyatt, I…” I’m back guys. I’m so sorry. Thank you for staying around. Love you

Inside I’m bitter and twisted. “I want you back.” Oh. My. Fucking. God. Did he really just say that?

“Keith, I'm sorry! but, I beg you, hold on! I will definitely be back!” ***