Now Suddenly You're Asking For It Back Novels & Stories

August's POV: "Are you saying you want to go back without Whitney's approval?" Neo asked seriously. "What is hard to understand? I want nothing to do with this pack, so yes, I want to go back," I replied calmly. "Something came up, so I have to go back," I answered calmly. "What? Is there something important that you can't share even with me?" he asked seriously. "Yes, it's personal. Look, Neo, I'm not encouraging you to send me off right now. I'm just telling you so you could be aware," I answered, then stood up from my seat.

“Anyway, let’s make this quick, alright?” “Cool,” he said. With a nod to the bartender, he ordered a drink for two. When the man left, he leaned in. “You said this was urgent.” “It is.” I kept my voice low. “I want my company back.” He let out a short, humorless breath. “That’s getting harder every day.” “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jones said, pleading. “Please, give me the order to search for Bella. I’m not fine when you are not, Nathan.” He added. “Okay, let’s say you managed to find Bella, will she be willing to come back to me? And how sure are you that I will get better when I proclaim her as my mate?” I asked him.

She saw it coming and reluctantly pulled me aside to have our conversation. "What is it that you want?" she asked, glancing back at her clients. "I have come to retrieve my possessions," I replied with a smirk. "Your possessions... what possessions?" Her question reminded me of how forgetful she could be, despite it only being a matter of days. "Well, you took my phone, pendant, and various other items from me the last time I was here. Now, I have returned to request their return. I want them back." She burst into laughter.

Back toward emotions I'd spent years burying. "There is nothing left between us." The words hurt more than I expected. Maybe because a part of me wished they weren't necessary. "You have to stop." "Diane..." "No." I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. "I'm asking you to let me go." Silence. Then finally— "Can you honestly tell me you've completely forgotten us?" I closed my eyes. Wrong question. Very wrong question. Because forgetting had never been the problem. Remembering was. "Abe."

“What—?!” “What?” he retorted. I scowled. “Give it back!” I snapped, jumping slightly. “You’ve been on that thing way too much,” his eyes narrowed. “Are you addicted? Or are you texting someone? Who are you texting? What are you texting them for? What have you been up to?” I stubbornly jumped again. ““Give. It. Back, Xlynor!” He poked my forehead, pushing me back. “I’m not giving it back! Who the hell have you been texting?”

Damien sat up and turned to me, and I was suddenly scared. “What did he say?” I asked, hoping it’s not what I think it is. “They want you back,” he said. I stayed quiet, my heart beating loudly. Want me back? It felt like I was some tool just borrowed from someone to be collected later. How dare he make such a ridiculous request? I have feelings too. “What did you say?” I asked.

“What— Ugh, gods, no Karina. Stand.” She does, seeming confused. “Oh…then what do you want back here?” “You owe me,” I continue, voice even. “For not ratting you out at Ellie’s mid terms. Using my name to do horrible things. I could have ruined you. I didn’t. And you’re going to pay it now.” Her brows knit together. “First off, you don’t need to threaten me. Just ask. Second, I don’t—” “Okay,” I say. “Then I’m asking.”

he concurred and snickered a second later, “since when did you become obedient?” I didn’t want to answer that and just asked, “can I have my phone back, please?” I can tell he was looking at me but I felt more comfortable staring at his shoulder than looking into those honey eyes of his. “You should be asking about my favor first.” “Sorry, what do you want from me?” “Nope, wrong choice of words. You are the one that wants your phone back so obviously, you have to do something for me in return. So the correct phase should be ‘what can you help me with in return for your phone’.”

Volume returning to normal, he asked, “How are you? Are you okay?” My brow furrowed, my eyes narrowing as I tried to work out what the hell was happening right now. “I’m fine, thanks. Why? Shouldn’t I be?” “Isn’t it a customary when calling someone to ask how they are?” Aaaand the dick was back. But not for long, it seemed. “I’m sorry, Marissa. Forgive me, it’s been a long day.” Yeah, he was telling me. “That’s okay. How are you?”