Novel & Cerita Now Suddenly You're Asking For It Back

“Do this for you. Go out there and forget about him. If he calls, don’t respond. Don’t go back.” “Do you really mean that?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking. “He is your friend. You grew up with him. You know him. You championed our relationship before. I am not blaming you, I am just saying that it seems weird that you would ask me not to go back.”

“I’m itching you know?” "What do you want then?" he asked in a somewhat desperate voice. "Ask." "Ask and you shall give? Is that it? What I want is simple, just set them free. Keep me and let them outta here. I'll give you what you want then in return." "That's insane."

Just quiet attention from a man who had nothing to prove and nowhere else he needed to be. When I finished, silence stretched between us. He let it sit. Then “And now?” I frowned slightly. “And now… what?” “Now that you have it,” he said. “The pack. The debt. The crown. Everything you came back for.” His eyes held mine steadily. “Now that it’s all yours, Ariadne… what do you want?” The question hit differently. It settled somewhere deep. Because no one had asked me that in five years. Not once.

"Mark, you have not answered my question. What do you want? Do you need money?" "No, Isi, I am afraid not this time; believe me, I have closed that chapter, and I have not gambled for over a month now." "Then what is it that you want?" "You, I came back for you. I came back for my wife." …Clayton POV…

He just wants to rub it in my face that I am asking for a favour from him “Yes.” I nod “ I don’t do favours. You have to give me something in return,” he says simply. Almost like I am boring here “What do you want?” I dread this question that I ask him. It feels like I am giving him an open check “You tell me,” he says I take a deep breath, as a thought comes to my head

“I was wondering when you’d call.” I closed my eyes briefly, letting the noise of the street wash over me—cars passing, distant horns, life continuing as if nothing monumental had just shifted. “I think I could use that favor now,” I said calmly. There was a pause on the other end. Not hesitation. Calculation. “I was hoping you would,” the voice replied. “So it’s finally time?” “Yes,” I said. “It’s time to pay back.” A low chuckle sounded through the line. “At your service, ma’am. Tell me what you need.”

He squinted at the light seeping through the window, probably deciding how best to kick me out. “You’d take it back,” he said suddenly. “If I say no, you’d take it back, wouldn’t you?” I blinked. Take what? Then it hit me. “No,” I said, shaking my head vigorously and striding toward him. “I won’t do that. It’s yours. I gave it back. I’m just… asking…” For you to help me stop craving you. If I could just get enough of you, maybe I’d go back to who I was before you came in and ruined everything.

“What happened to us? We could be better than this, you know. We could…. We could start afresh, on a clean note when you're done serving your term. It's the right thing to do, don't you think?” “Shut up!” Marcus yelled, my body shook. “You want us? Yet you ran off with that bastard! What do you think? That I would let that loser have you?!” He let out a loud guttural laugh. His voice bounced off the roof. “Think again! Think again, Samantha!” He thundered still.

I simply ask. His brow furrowed again. "What's over?" The annoyance in his voice was obvious. I held my breath and pushed him with all my might. He didn't expect that, so shock registered on his face. I fixed my bag and looked at the paper bag and directly at him. "I don't have to give it back to you, Troy. The important thing is that it's yours again, isn't it?" "But it should still be you!" His voice rose slightly. Made me scratch my head. I don't understand the reaction he is giving me now.

"I'm back because more than ever, you need all the help you can get and now we have full knowledge of who we were meant to be, we can put Mana Sylveon's power to good use." "Zadik!" I suddenly recalled. It felt as though my memories were retuning in fragments. "He is going to be executed today. Oh my goddess! What have I done?" "Quit the moping around and let's get to work!" Napthena snapped from inside my head. She was back to her position as my crude adviser. "Alright. Okay. So how do we go home?" She sighed and I heard what sounded like a forehead slap. In an exasperated tone, she ground out, "If you had noticed, you'd have seen that you are starting to fade away like we did before."