Novel & Cerita Never Getting Her Back

Eight years after I left the country, I'm offered a fortune to come back. After a research symposium, I run into my ex-boyfriend, Ethan Grimsley. He proposes to me and asks me to give him another chance. My former colleagues from the research institute immediately start cheering, all of them waiting for me to burst into tears and say yes. After all, they remember how crazy I used to be about Ethan. Back then, there was nothing I wouldn't have done for him. Apparently, they've forgotten what happened eight years ago. At a project showcase, I proposed to Ethan in front of everyone, only for him to turn me down without a hint of emotion. And that wasn't all. To help Michelle Lindberg, some

She thought her marriage was built on love until illness stripped away the illusion. After being diagnosed with a terminal illness that left her only three months to live, all Sarah could think about was how to inform her loving husband, Andrew, about it and the pain and sorrow he was going to go through after hearing about it. But upon getting back home, Sarah got the shock of her life when she caught Andrew making out with her stepsister Tessa, the same woman who abandoned him three years ago on their wedding day. What happens when Sarah discovers that Tessa never abandoned Andrew on their wedding day? Instead, she and Andrew had both planned for her to disappear so that Andrew would

I was still consumed by an unfulfilled longing burning deep within my chest for her. Ever since her reappearance in my life, I have this unquenchable yearning to have her back in my arms, to feel the warmth of her embrace once more. My heart still aches with each passing moment she remained distant and away from me. Every time I see her, my mind reel with thought on how to get her back for good and each time I try, I just seem to push her away even more.

“We’ll bring her home.” As the door closed behind him, I leaned back against the couch, my body screaming for rest even as my mind refused to stop racing. I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not ever. And when I got her back—because I would get her back—I’d make sure the bastards who took her paid in blood.

"I still don't understand, Troy. I still don't understand why she doesn't want to be back in my arms. I gave her assurance. I gave her a ring. I even planned our wedding behind her back, and when I told her, she refused me big time." "What are your plans now? Yasmin already told you everything, and she's happy without you. What are you going to do?" "I'm still figuring out how I will win her back, Troy. And I hate the fact that she's with that guy who can't even be his husband."

“No.” “Then what is it?” She stepped closer. Close enough that I could see the faint tremor in her breath. Close enough that I could feel the distance between us more than ever. “It’s something you already lost.” The words landed like a verdict. Final. Irreversible. My chest tightened. “Elara… I can get it back.” Her lips parted slightly. And for the first time since all of this began… She looked unsure. Just for a second. Then— Her phone buzzed.

“Don’t worry I’ll get him back, I wi-” “Oh just give it up you cant get shit back because he doesn’t want you just like Axl doesn’t want me” With that she shut off connection and I was left hurt and even more pissed off. I was not going to let that demon bitch take my title no matter what. Present. Elias still wasn’t back yet but I knew for some reason that he was coming back very soon. I couldn’t explain it but I could just feel it. But that wasn’t the problem, the problem was my title was going to get taking away by that demon bitch.

"They'll remember, and I don't want to be alone when they do." My feet shifted behind me, pushing my weight between them. Anything to keep me busy enough to not have to endure the awkward silence that settled between us. "She never went back home?" "She tried. But Blood Moon doesn't take you back once they've let you go. There's no exception. Not even for her." The silence settled again, loud enough to be a sharp reminder of why he and I could never go beyond a contract and an agreement. I couldn't forgive him for the rejection, and his heart still belonged to a dead woman anyway.

Almost. But I turned, met her eyes, and offered her the kind of smile that doesn’t reach the soul. “Are you finished?” “No,” she said. “Not even close.” Of course not. Women like her never know when they’ve already lost. “You know why I’m here?” she asked, voice low and conspiratorial, like she was letting me in on a secret. “To embarrass yourself?” Her confidence cracked. Just barely. But I saw it. “I’m here,” she pressed, “to get my man back. You’ve had your fun, but let’s not pretend Liam Black belongs to you.”

After all those years together, it was the first time Ryan had ever called out to me like that. I stared at him blankly. "What do you want?" His eyes held something close to pleading. "I came to take you back." I looked at him in confusion. "Back where? I live here." Ryan reached for me again, but I stepped out of reach. "I mean back to where you really belong." A bitter smile tugged at my lips. I remembered—crystal clear—the day he had once warned me, "Home? This will never be your home. Don't be stupid. My pack and villa have nothing to do with you."