Never Getting Her Back Novels & Stories

Asher let out one final, agonizing whimper in my mind before going completely silent. "We are never getting her back," I whispered to the empty air, the realization crushing the remaining breath out of my lungs.

The room fell silent. For the first time... I understood the difference. She hadn't fallen out of love with me. She had simply stopped believing my love would ever reach her. No apology could repair that overnight. No grand gesture. No bouquet of flowers. No perfect breakfast. Nothing. Only time, consistency, and patience. Maybe then... Maybe. Amelia slowly stood. I remained seated. Broken and ashamed. She walked toward the doorway before stopping. Then she turned back to me. Tears glistened in both our eyes.

I’m going to get her back. Whatever it takes.

Annabelle said, I looked at her in disbelief. “No, you can't do that…it is not safe.” I said. “How else am I going to get my friend back? Huh? I thought she was dead, I thought she was gone and now I have an opportunity to bring her back. Am I just gonna let it slip away?.... (She scoffed.) No Trav, I can't and I am willing to do everything and anything to get my best friend back…. You can step off if you don't wanna help, I won't hold you to it but stopping me from helping isn't an option.” She said, having a fierce look on her face.

His hazy, unfocused gaze made it impossible for her to read the turmoil beneath. A man like him—so stubborn, so proud—wanted to beg her to not leave him. But no matter how much he wanted to, the words wouldn't come out. Instead, Jacob tried to pull her closer, desperate to feel her warmth, to catch that faint, familiar scent of hers. Just like the old days, when she'd stay by his side whenever he drank too much. Why couldn't they go back? Why couldn't things be like before? "You've lost it," Liesel said. Her tone was dripping with disdain.

Wyatt suddenly choked up, "I know you hated Joseph, so you hated him, even though you knew he was looking for you, searching for you for five years, and yet you still refused to go back to him." Elianna, "It was him who pushed me into hell, and I struggled so hard to return to the mortal world. Why would I choose to go back to him? To go back and accept his ridiculous repentance? Or... to continue being used by him until I am of no value anymore." Wyatt smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't come to persuade you to return to the Kensington family, to be by his side, so you don't have to be so guarded."

Was he trying to win me back? Too bad—I didn't need him anymore. But the phone kept ringing, and I had no choice but to pick up his call. As soon as the call connected, Henry's frantic voice came through. "Yelena, where are you? Why can't I find you anywhere?" I pursed my lips and sneered. "Henry, how's it going with your little lover? She twisted her ankle, right? How is she now?" Henry fell silent for a moment before he hurriedly said, "Yelena, listen to me. Our relationship isn't what you think."

He took hold of her hand and barked, "I can't believe you would slit your own wrist just to avoid being with Mr. Lester! Have you lost your mind?" "I have lost my mind!" she yelled, laughing bitterly through her tears. "I must be crazy to fall in love with the man who destroyed my family! I must be crazy to refuse to give up my purity!" Her voice cracked. "If you really don't care about me at all, then let me go back inside! I'll stay with Mr. Lester until you've had your fill of revenge for Xyla!" Raymond slapped her hard. "Who do you think you are? Being with Mr. Lester is too light of a punishment for you!" Without another word, he threw her over his shoulder, forced her into his car, and

For now, this is all I can say. Gritting my teeth, I ordered, "Find her. Do everything you can to find her. I want her back!!”