Dear Mr President I Want You Back Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

Pilit kong iwinawaksi ang walang kuwentang isipin na 'yon subalit paulit-ulit pa rin itong gumugulo saakin. Bumalik lang ako sa tamang huwisyo nang muling magsalita ang kanyang sekretarya. "Ma'am, iwanan na ho kita kay Mr. President."Nakangiti niyang paalam. Maagap naman akong tumango at pilit na ngumiti. ''Uhm, Good morning sir!"Naiilang na bati ko sa Presidente. "Good morning! Have a sit attorney!" Anang Presidente.

Kendra put her palms together and begged. Lendon raised his head to look at her. “You want to go back home?” His voice was full of doubts. “Yes.” She nodded, hoping he’ll give her permission. Lendon rubbed his lips and stared at Kendra. “I will be back on time. You can let your driver sent me home and pick me up.” Kendra added. “Why should I say yes?” He straightened his body and leaned against the chair. Kendra thought for a while and said, “Even the president of the US deserves a holiday, right?”

I badly needed that thing but it was impossible to demand getting it back, scot-free, without paying great first for putting the visitor’s name to shame. "Didn’t they know that they’re ruining other people’s business by this showy welcome for a person I don’t even recognize." the doctor complained. On point. But oh God, just who’s that person? I already wanted to piss on my pants. Until we both find way to left the commotion. I sigh in fear. What if? Haist. Nevermind, the president could do that about something. He was the father of this nation. I am one of his daugther. Ahahaha. But i need though my ID back. My goddammit permit.

He stated with a smile looking at the two of them as if he gave them the best offer of their lives. 'I take back what I said,' Iori found herself begging her mind silently, 'Just please let the crazy president be joking or hallucinating right now,'

Karma is a damn fucking bitch! I want you! I need you in my life! I miss you so much! I love you, Anita! I want to see my babies! Anita! Please come back to me! I'm begging you! Please! Please come back to me! I'm incomplete without you baby! I need you so much, Anita! I need you!

For destroying her life, they would get it back in ten folds. Before I shut the door behind me, her slurry words made me pause. “Oh! Mr. President!” "I would fuck you so well…you wouldn't even want to look at her anymore…” My guts twisted and I banged the door shut when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

“ You can't barge into the room, disturbing my space and threatening my peace, I won't allow that. Till when are you going to see me for me, I am right here but you choose that bitch over me, do you think all this years with you was a joke? I have loved you, let's talk about that ! Why would you even think I would just watch you slip off my fingers, I had waited so patiently hoping you would come back to your senses but you did neither, and now I have decided not to wait for you since it's seems you would be taking forever. I am here now and for good, I will stay and we will live the rest of our life in absolute happiness and longevity, no need to.add unnecessary stress to yourself, we have

He sat back down, arms crossed, and gazed at her thoughtfully. Charlotte thought for a moment and said, "Given my current financial situation, there's not much I can offer in return." "You’re not even going to give me anything in return? Next time something comes up, don't bother finding me." She felt a bit embarrassed and bit her lip. "So, what would you like? I'll try to see if I can afford it." Griffith didn't even think about it. "The White House." "How about I get you a model?"

And yet another new email from Marcus caught my attention. Since I left, Marcus have been in contact. At first begging me to just come back which later changed to pleading to let him meet me even if it’s just once. You would think he will get tired over the years and stop but not for once did he stop. That is Marcus being Marcus I guess. I opened the message and it was his same line of “good day Irene, no matter where you are just please let me know, i need to talk to you. Please reply to this” I reluctantly delete the email as always.