Novel & Cerita I Want Her To Know It Was Me

That gave her too much credit. Delete. I stared at the blank message box. What did I want her to know? That I knew it was her. That I wasn’t fooled. That whatever game she thought she was playing, I was no longer a piece on her board. My fingers moved before I could overthink it. I know what you are. Simple. Clean. True. I hit send. Watched the message turn blue. Delivered. I waited. Ten seconds. Twenty. No response. I locked the screen, set the phone on the nightstand, and climbed into bed.

I cut in. "I don't know, I just want to try and forget everything till I am done with everything I came here for." “I think she knows you are around.” She finally grinned. I rolled my eyes and pulled out her hold. At least she was joking right ? That was the only thing I could think about at the moment. As I knew deep down there was no way she could know this , if she didn't speak with her. "Did you speak to her?" I asked with a plain face.

And I'm all hers, too. "You're all mine," I said as I moved in to close the distance between us. For a moment, her eyes looked lost. I knew she wanted me, but she was fighting it. But I was determined to make her remember me, remember us, remember this—if that was the last thing I do. "Tell me you're mine," I started kissing and sucking on her collarbone.

And it made me fall even harder for her. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I’d saved her number in my phone days ago, but until now, I’d resisted the urge to use it. Why? Perhaps I wanted her to come to me first. Or maybe I thought texting her would reveal how obsessed I’d become. But now, I didn’t care. She needed to know. I had to let her feel my presence—my obsession. With a soft smile curving my lips, I searched for her number in my contacts and clicked on it.

I replied, I am sure my face must have turned red by now "I knew it" she said as clasped her hands together in excitement "Did you tell him?" she asked as her eyes twinkled in excitement "No, I didn't realize it myself until now" I replied shyly "I think you should tell him, like now" she said as she stood on her feet pulling me up with her "What? No, I will but not now" I said trying to get away "No, you will have to tell him now, that guy has been dying to hear this" she said as she pulled me out of the study

she stated and the others nodded in agreement. “Okay, Anyways let me go first,” she added as a smirk formed on her face. “Actually I was the one who sent you that message. Yeah! I know it was weird and trembling but that's how it was supposed to be,” she added. It was like a stab in my heart as I glared at her and my mood sharply veered to anger and I swallowed hard. “Who are you? And how did you know so much about me?” I threw the question at her like stones.

But because of how unaware she still was. She thought this was about me. About my obsession with finding her. About the past. She had no idea how much bigger this was. So perhaps it was time I gave her a glimpse. For her sake. For the sake of the love we once shared. “You still believe I'm the only one looking for you?” I shook my head. “You're wrong.” I took another slow step toward her. “Yes, it's true. I called for you. I wanted you back.” My gaze softened.

Promise you’ll encourage him to grow into the brave and selfless man that you are. Do you want to know a secret? It’s a girl! I just know it is. Call it sixth sense or intuition. Always remind her about me. Tell her how happy I was to have her and that I loved her with all my soul. Tell her that I wish I could have held her towards the end, and that this is not goodbye, not for any of us.

Heaven no! My stomach dropped. “No! I mean maybe but not like that, I—” Her stare sharpened, cutting through my excuses. “Then what were you doing?” I swallowed hard, my brain scrambling. My chest felt like it was caving in, like the night air wasn’t reaching me anymore. And then it hit me. A flicker. A whisper in my head. Like I knew her. Not just from tonight from somewhere else. I know this woman. My eyes darted over her face again, desperately searching. And before I could stop myself, the words shot out of my mouth:

“If you’re not careful, everyone will notice that she’s your mate.” My eyes met his for a moment before I turned away and kept on walking. Surprisingly, it didn’t bother me that he knew. I wanted everyone to know that she belonged to me. Mine.