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

So gentle, I love it, I want to do this all the time. I watch his eyes snap open and they go wide as soon as they land on mine. He takes a sharp breath in before scrambling back until his back hits the headboard. I try to get him to understand that I miss him, that I want him back. I try to get him to understand I need him. Yes to be stronger, but I need him because he's my mate. I miss him, I need him near me. My heart aches since he's been gone. "Why the hell would I do that? Why would I come back to that hell?"

Henry laughed, wiping away the tears that fell off. “I got married. I know I told you if you passed away before me, I wouldn’t get remarried but…things led to another and I found myself falling for her. She doesn’t remind me of you and I think that is a good thing? I don’t love her because I miss you, I love her because I truly do like her as a person. But there’s someone out here trying to bring us apart, Ren.” Henry sniffed.

Do I really want him gone? “You just have to say it that all what you feel for me is gone and I will let you be.” He said and took a few steps forward. “Just tell me you don't want to see my ugly face ever again and I promise to never show them to you again.” He said and moved closer to where I was standing, I could feel the heat from his body and a part of me was wishing he would grab me and start kissing me from behind, the thought displayed briefly in my head as I remembered all he had done to me.

"I want to go back to my grandfather's little courtyard. When I push open the door, my parents will be there, and I can visit your house." "If it was possible, I would have gone back long ago." Tobias put down his drink, leaned back, and closed his eyes. "I've dreamed of going back." Back then, he was young and full of hatred, always thinking about revenge, believing there would be time for everything in the future. But when he finally avenged himself, he only felt empty. Charlotte turned to face him, her eyes red. "If I had known that we would become lonely when we grew up, I wouldn't have wanted to grow up."

The way he'd come after me without hesitation. Why? The question refused to leave me alone. We were divorced. As far as I knew, he'd gotten exactly what he'd wanted. The memory surfaced instantly. *Melissa is back. We're getting married.* I closed my eyes briefly. That conversation had destroyed everything between us. It should have been the end of the story. So why had he looked at me like finding me mattered? Why had he chased me through that hotel? I hated myself for caring enough to ask. Because the truth was simple.

Maybe I can learn to trust him? He stares at me, “But what if I want to go back?” he asks and my brows furrow, “You would want to go back to that hell hole? You are the blocker test just like Colt was. They don’t care about you. They only use us to get what they want.” “Yes and since they made this bond between us, if I bring you back, maybe I will be rewarded.” He says. His eyes are dark but full of lust and I shake my head.

I needed him back. Back here with me.

he nodded, "Because yes i do, i fucking do !" "Is this what you wanted to hear ?" He snapped as he released my arm, "Are you happy now ? Is this what you want ?" I shook my head, "Then what ? What the fuck do you want Cara ? You are driving me insane !" I swallowed past the build up emotions in my throat as I whispered, "I just want you." "I - i wa-" my voice quivered, "I want us, i want what we had before, i want to go back to where we stopped and contin-"

“But he’s coming back.” And the worst part: I wanted him to.

I managed to feign ignorance. “That hurts! You've forgotten me so soon?” "What do you want?" I managed to gasp, my legs shaking so hard I had to lean against the sink. "What do I want? I want you to come back to where you belong," he said, his tone sickeningly sweet. "I want you to stop playing house with that woman." "No!" I screamed, the sound echoing off the kitchen tiles. "Never!"