He Wanted Me Gone, Now He Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

“Why’re you doing all this? What do you want if I do forgive you?” I hesitated. Couldn’t say it out loud. But inside? Honestly? There are two reasons. One—I feel like absolute shit. I want you to chase your dreams, like you should’ve been able to before I wrecked things. Two—my dick is dying, babe. It’s been yours since day one, and he’s ready for round two. When am I getting inside you again if you don’t forgive me? “GET OUT!” Sasha yelled, shoving me. I stumbled backward. “Whoa—what?”

Tristan smiled, “Grandma, don't miss me when I leave, I'll be back soon.” “You already know I'll miss you.” “Grandma, how can you miss him when I'm here? I am your grandson, not him.”Cedric yaps,”Hey, Tristan, why do you want everything I have?” “Maybe it's you I want.” “Eww! Not my type. You are not muscular enough.” “You are crazy, man. See you.” ▪︎

He wasn't himself and it bothered me. “Are you o–okay?” I asked, moving a little closer to him. I made to grab his hand but Natt stepped back, letting my hand dropped to my side. “Do yourself a favor, don't touch me. Don't fucking touch me if you don’t want me to kill you.” he breathed out, his chest rose and fell faster than normal.

I want nothing else but to feel inside of her,I can’t help it anymore,I am at my limit. I stopped and looked down at her. “Val…” I pulled away and stood up,she opened her eyes and gazed at me. “I want you naked”. I requested with unbearable tightness in my groin. **VAL’S POV*** “I will be back”he said and walked towards the dressing table and pulled a drawer. This isn’t right. I see myself falling into the same trap as before. My heart was racing,I am such a loose soul. I cursed and glanced at him, he was looking for something in the drawer,maybe a condom.

I knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was trying to reopen old wounds and drag me back into something I had fought so hard to escape. I wasn’t going to let him, not again. “Max…” “Stop,” I snapped, taking a step back as he tried to move closer. The distance between us felt necessary. “You don’t get to do this,” I continued, my voice rising slightly. “You don’t get to show up after three years and act like we can just talk things out.” “I’m not acting like that,” he shot back, frustration creeping into his tone now. “I just want five minutes…”

I said. Mylor went silent. Then slowly he spoke. “Say that again.” “I want her back.” “Not your pride?” “No.” “Not your reputation?” “No.” “Her?” “Yes.” The admission cracked open something raw and terrifying. “I want her back,” I repeated, voice lower. “And I will not lose to the man who killed my father.” “There it is.” My breathing grew heavier. “I will not let him win.” “This is not a game.” “It is to him.”

I yelled back. "Thank you so much." The wind carried his voice to my ears as I heard the sound of his engine, and his car reversed out the street, probably returning to the black-blood pack where Kia was. I hate to admit that I still harbored feelings of love toward Kia. Feelings that blurred my cognitive process and led me right into his bed. Taking one last look at myself through my selfie camera, I adjusted my clothes and strutted towards Garvin's house. "Wait, he was back?!" I exclaimed as I spotted his car in the distance.

Yet here I am again. Back in his life. Back in his bed. Back in his chaos. No matter how much I try to dress it up as strategy or pride, the ugly truth stares me in the face: I came back for him. For us. Because walking away the first time nearly killed something inside me, and I refuse to let that happen twice. And then there’s her. That woman.

I need him gone, but God, I want him back inside me already. This can't be over.

“Come home! If you want my forgiveness, come back to your rightful home. Iris! You’re mine, and no one else deserves to have you! There were thousands of questions in my head that I wanted to ask! But he left all this time! I had tried reaching out, but he just kept me in the dark now. He wants me back. “You left me! You were the one who left without even turning back to know how I'd fare in your absence?! You left me completely miserable. Ian… I gripped the sink and tried to clear my thoughts! I didn’t know why I was feeling this much pain. I thought I'd be happy. I thought I would jump into his arms when I finally met him. But now! I hated the thought of going back to that mansion! The tho