Never Getting Her Back Novels & Stories

"Heyy.. I know you don't want to talk to me right now but we need to talk, i miss us and i feel terribly guilty and it keeps me up at night. Can we just talk?" His heart clenched. She sounded so sweet, so delicate, like the girl he knew in high school, so innocent yet alluring and very brilliant. He wanted to call her back and tell her that he missed them too, that it was hard to move on and that he didn't want to even after months, that occasionally he would catch her scent in the air but it never lasted long it would always drift away as soon as it came.

I barked, ladies are always so stupid, she wasn't the first foolish lady I have met and she won't be the last, unfortunately for me, but I need to get her back on the game, the peanut the fool she is in love with is giving her is not even enough for the both of us, and I needed that money to get out of this country, I needed a fresh start somewhere far away, I walked up to where she was standing, she moved an at, but I moved closer, and patted her on the back softly, I knew the best way to get her back on track, it worked every time. "Listen Ginna, you need to get back on your game, don't let the peanuts he give you to make you lose focus, okay, let's say the revenge thing is not walking but

"Francis, please! Can you just let me be? I'm going through a lot already and the last thing I would want is you adding up to my problems" "Then share them with me, I'm here to listen to you. To help you solve all of it. I'm Francis North" "You can't help me! You can never do it! Everything is not all about money! Just let me go!!" "You've known me before today. You think I'm going to listen to you because you told me to leave? You're stuck with me forever, Andrea." "Why do you want me back so badly? What exactly do you want from me that you can't get from another woman?"

She had betrayed me and I had had no choice but to kill her. I did not know what I was supposed to do next. I had used all the persuasion weapon in my arsenal but none had borne any fruits. I got back to my car, angry and disappointed. I was angry at the universe for giving me a stubborn mate. I know I had wronged her, but I had asked for forgiveness, why was she being hard on me? I was angry at Lucas and Drake. If only they were not in the picture then I could have gotten Hazel back. They were the reason I could not get through to her; she felt like she had options.

"We're family." James sighed. The rain drummed against the car's roof. “Darling, please. You'll catch your death out there." She whirled, rain streaming down her face. "Death?" She laughed, a hollow sound that barely carried over the rain. "Death would be easier than going back to who we were, James. Don't you understand? We can't go back." “We're not going back," James said softly. A promise. A reassurance. "But this—" he gestured at the gate, at her rain-soaked figure "—this isn't the solution."

Just collected it and turned her back to me, moving further and further away. I watched as they walked away, every step driving the point home – she wasn’t mine anymore. Not yet. But I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. I’d waited years to find her again. If she thought one heated exchange and a jealous suitor were enough to scare me off, she was wrong. This is just the beginning. I turned on my heel, slipping back into the crowd. The game had changed, but the goal remained the same. I would win her back, no matter how long it took.

My chest tightened slightly at that, not sharp, not sudden, but deep enough to make it hard to ignore as I watched her turn slightly, speaking to someone beside her. I didn't know how to step back into something I had already stepped out of too many times. Didn’t know how to get her back. When I was only just starting to understand how I lost her in the first place. How can I get my woman back? I grabbed Hazel's hands and dragged her away, right in front of everyone.

I smiled because I knew she would be back, and when I do see her next time, I can talk to her freely. I have a chance. She never came back. I never should have picked up that call, or rather, I never should have strayed away. If I stayed where I was, she wouldn't have left, she would have stayed back. I spent months wondering why she never returned, and after Perry slept and never woke up, I realized death can come at any time. She could be dead… No, she was dead. What other reason would she have for not returning? Why? Was I that forgettable? Wasn't one meeting enough? Obviously not.

Well…until I broke up with her. If—no when—I get her back, I’m never, ever letting go.

I gritted my teeth, my nails digging into my scalp as another wave of frustration rolled over me. My own fucking pride, my own goddamn fears had cost me the one person who made this world feel less cold. She's all I have. And I threw it away. I have to get her back. But how?