I Want You Back For Good Novels & Stories

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!

,She thought as she downed a glass of water. ‘What do you want exactly?? Do you want to make things right again so I can forgive you for treating me like crap when we were married or do you want— ‘I want you back Alice'.He finally dropped the bombshell and it felt like the room was going to apart in her head. ‘You want...you want me back??'. ‘Yes I do Alice.I want you back,I want to see Willow everyday when I wake up and i—

"I learned to." "You learned to? All of a sudden?" "If I wanted you back, I had to win you back. That takes hard work. " "And if you were to win me back?" "I'd never lose you. Never again." I exhaled, looking at our entertained hands as I rubbed his fingers. "You better do better than four years ago." I finally said. When I met his eyes, he was shocked. Surprised to the core. "You don't want to?" "No!" He said a little too loud for the restaurant, before apologizing. "No. No..." He exhaled a laugh. "Thank you. I'll do better. Way better. "

I walk around to the side of the island that Kades on and ask "have you found out when Ivan is going to attack?" "No, but we're prepared you don't have to worry my love" kade says gripping my face in his hand. I place my hands over his and say "but I worry about you every day and I want you to know that I am here for you, always" "I know and I appreciate that but I have to deal with this and I already made you come back into this life when you said you didn't want it so I don't want you to worry about Ivan, I got this" Kade says looking at my lovely.

It is my third year in prison after taking the blame for the adopted son of the Ingram family, Seth Ingram. Because of my good behavior, I am released early and return home ahead of time. The whole family is celebrating Seth's birthday. When my sister, Sheryl Ingram, sees me in my cheap tracksuit, a hint of disgust appears on her face. My fiancee, Isabella Kennedy, who once promised to wait for me, speaks up and says she'll put me in some storage room for now. "Seth has a weak body. You just got out of prison, Matthew. You need to stay away from him so that the germs you carry won't get to him." I don't argue or make a scene. I do as I'm told without objection. I understand that I've l

— “You’re not just someone I used to sleep with. You’re the only person who’s ever made me want to try. To be better. To be more.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead—soft, lingering, full of everything I never said when I should have. — “Come back, Stas’. Yell at me. Tell me I’m an idiot. Make fun of my music taste. Just… come back.” I pulled away but didn’t let go of her hand. — “I’m here. I’ll be here when you open your eyes. And when you do… I’ll be ready. For you. For us. If you’ll still have me.”

{ Jae } The more I talk to her, the less I want this conversation to be over. I want to keep it going and going and never leave this place. I want her back. I can't spend another second pretending I don't fucking want her like I've never wanted anything before.

I need to back my old self again. I need to back myself when I was happy. A happy woman who always smile to anyone. A joyful woman who don’t mind any of her problem. And a courageous woman who fight for her perspective. I miss the old me, where is she? When is he coming back?. And is there still a chance that I can bring back the one I used to have ?. The former personality I have ?. I hope so… I hope so, ‘cause I really miss the old me. The old me who is always happy and smile to everyone even I had a heavy problem and a very bad day.

" I thought I knew you." His thumb runs back of my hand. “Yes you do. I know I've let you down, but I want to right this. I want us to go backwards”. I urge my lips to quiver just little, as if I could shatter right now. "I'm not sure...”

My eyes light up before I can stop them, something sharp and bright rushing through me as I open the message. “You left without saying goodbye.” A breath catches in my throat, but my fingers are already moving, fast, instinctive. “I thought everything we did last night was a goodbye.” The reply comes almost instantly. “Forget goodbye. Come back to me. I want to have you—always. Fuck everything and everyone that isn’t us.” It hits me like a surge—sudden, intoxicating, electric.