Never Getting Her Back Novels & Stories

“Apparently, you couldn’t handle the truth. The moment you heard that we’re getting back together, you just collapsed.” I snapped my gaze to her, my mind still foggy but catching up fast. “What?” He jaw clenched, his body tensing. “That’s enough, Valarie.” She smirked and crossed her arms. “What? He asked.” I sat up slowly, wincing at the dull ache in my head. “What do you mean getting back together?” She chuckled, tilting her head as if she were amused by my confusion. “You heard me, Sage. I’m here to get my man back. I have let him catch his fun for so long. So wrap whatever you are doing up so I can take my rightful place again.”

She continued, giggling in amusement and my eyes watered in despair. “Why did you come back? What do you intend to gain from doing all this to me? All I've ever done is try to be a good sister to you. I've tried to love you but you just want to get rid of me. Why?” I asked in genuine confusion, my heart sinking at the thought of her trying to mess with me again. “Because you don't deserve to be happy.” She spat, her expression changing into one of hatred. “You shouldn't even exist. I was going to return to end you as I tried to years ago. But hey, you're dying soon. Isn't that a win-win?”

“Thanks for dinner, Jace, it was fun.” “Yeah, it was,” I agreed. I cleared my throat, just needing to try one more time. “So, do I really not get your number?” She laughed and shook her head. “Sorry.” “Okay, never mind, but you don’t know what you’re missing out on,” I teased. “Oh, I can imagine. I’m pretty sure I’m missing out on incredible sex, and heartbreak,” she replied, shrugging. “Anyway, thanks for tonight. I guess I’ll see you at Cameron’s christening.”

That was the first time in 15 years that she felt her mom's touch and love. Kathilyn nuzzled her face into the warmth of her mom's hand, and without saying any words her dad held her other hand. She closed her eyes to savor the moment and when she opened her eyes again, she was on her bed and it was already morning. "That was... A dream?" She sobbed hard, curling herself on the bed while recalling the moment. She knew that her parents would never be back and that was probably the last time she would meet them.

I hesitated, then asked, "So what brings you back to Los Angeles?" "Work," she answered simply. "I’ll be here for a while." I nodded, taking in the information. It had been a long time since I’d seen Vivian, and even longer since we’d had an actual conversation. But despite the years apart, she still felt familiar—like a part of the past I hadn’t completely lost. The tension in the car lessened as I focused on driving, and soon enough, Aiden started giggling in the backseat at something he saw outside.

I don’t care if she says she doesn’t want it. I don’t care if she thinks she’s moved on. She’s my mate. And I’m getting her back.

She had been praying for such a chance for years, and she wasn't going to screw it up. “No surprises love, now can I get my special night treat?” The man asked last, filled in his voice as he moved towards her. Pinning her back to her car, he claimed her lips passionately. Maya didn't resist as he returned his kiss with the same savour. Minutes later, she pushed his chest gently, “I need to get back to the house before he notices I'm not there,” Maya said, looking at him with admiration. “Must you go back to that ungrateful son of a b**ch?” The man complained, clenching his jaws angrily.

He questioned her, "Since you swapped me off, why are you trying to reclaim me? You didn't do it early, nor did you wait. You intentionally did so on the happiest day of my life." Danielle noted that Mason wasn't in a good mood, so she tried to placate him, saying, "At the end of the day, you're my child. You can't live a life of luxury and confine Polly and me to a lifetime of strife, right? "After the shares of the Campbell Corporation have been transferred to you, the whole company will belong to the Jacksons. As soon as you're eligible to become the head of the family, we've come to claim you. What's wrong with that?"

For sure she hates me now, but that’s not what matters. What matters is that I’ve gotten her back, and I was never going to let her go, no matter what.

Why hasn't she come back yet? An hour later, I’m pacing the club floor like a caged animal. It’s nearly ten at night and I know, I know, she’s not just out riding anymore. She’s doing a fucking job. And the worst part? I don’t even know which one. If Glitch hadn’t yanked me off the work this week, maybe I’d have known what the fuck she was planning. Everyone’s watching me now. The room’s thick with silence and side glances, but I don’t stop. Can’t. My blood’s running too hot. She should’ve been back by now. Hell, even a fucking message would be something. Anything.