Now They Both Want Me Back Novels & Stories

“Are you taking her side?” “I have to talk to her. Please leave.” I frown. What does he want to talk about? Nikkie hesitantly leaves the two of us alone. I look at him and raise my brow. “I really couldn’t believe it was you… when I saw you in that news clip that day,” He says in a soft voice. I don’t have time for this shit. “What do you want to talk about?” “I want you back.” he says in a confident voice. What the actual Fuck!

“You broke up with Lanie so you could give more time to Raven, and now Raven and Lanie are both mad at you.” “They’re together right now. Probably talking about what a jackass I am.” “Damn. That’s a sucky position to be in.” “Tell me about it.” I rubbed the back of my neck. The tension that had been with me all week—no, all month—was culminating in a tight spot back there. “What do you want?” “I want her back,” I answered right away. “But I tried to talk to her, and she seemed really hurt, man.”

Because he hadn't. She stepped closer. "I'm sorry." He smiled softly. "When this is over..." "I want my Saturdays back." She laughed through her tears. "Our Monopoly games?" "Our Monopoly games." "And you cooking while I pretend to help." She smiled wider. "You mean while you steal ingredients." "I have no idea what you're talking about." For a brief moment... The world felt normal again. Diane reached for his hand. He intertwined their fingers without hesitation. Watching them from several yards away...

“Are you back for money or for love? Which one?” He didn’t even hesitate. “I’m back for both.” A grin spread across his face, slow and confident. “I want some money I can use to get back on my feet. And I want you back. Not completely, though—not yet. You just need to gather enough for us to run away. Start fresh. You and me. Like it was supposed to be.” “Oh, I see.” My laugh was brittle. “You want to use me as your money-pumping machine again. Same old Damon.”

“Yap. From morning so I wonder what they are talking about.” “Trey wants you back. I guess it’s important.” “will see about that.” I walk towards Abel’s office and knock on the door before walking in. I notice Trey’s intense eyes and shift my gaze to Abel immediately. “Going for lunch. Need anything?” “No Frankie. I’m okay.” “I need something.” Trey says making us look at him. “I need you. I want you back.” “Trey.” Abel calls calmly. “It’s true.” “This is not the place. I will be back.” I say and walk out.

"What do you want in return?" The question hangs heavy in the air, causing both Cyrus and Rowan to stare at me with surprise. A smirk plays on Rowan's lips. "You learn quickly, Elijah. The question remains – can you deliver what I want?" I meet his gaze with unwavering confidence. "Yes." A spark ignites in his eyes. "Then I want the Iron Claw Pack."

I wanted thing a to be back to the way they were but after this, I don’t think it’ll ever happen. Not now, Not anytime soon

Without saying another word, she turned and marched out of the dining room, her boots clicking rapidly against the floorboards. Left alone, Godric gripped the edge of the mahogany table. The thick wood groaned under his immense strength. Closing his eyes, he cursed his own divided mind. He wanted to claim Larissa and protect his pregnant mate. But pulling his heart away from the bloody, complicated history he shared with his former lover was proving impossible. Why did that demon have to return now?

Cassian said. “And what if she didn’t want to be found? I asked. “If she begged me not to send her back?” "She is confused," Cassian insisted. “She doesn’t know what she even wants. “Or maybe she knows exactly what she wants,” I said. “And what that is, you just don’t like.” The words were a punch to his gut. I saw him flinch. "I want to see her," he said. "Right now. That is not a request."

she finally says. After that, she turns and heads back into the infirmary. I stand there as the doors slowly slide shut behind her, watching. A dozen conflicting urges claw at me. Part of me wants to follow her and shake her until she listens. Another part wants to pull her against me, force her to stop crying, to remember who she belongs to.