She's Had Enough! They Want Her Back Novels & Stories

She said, Her hazel eyes brimmed with tears, almost falling, but she blinked. She was determined not to show any weakness. Five years ago she had been a weak young woman, not yet out of her teens. Now she was a bold young woman whom life had dealt with. She had not gone through the fire only to come and melt at the insincere apology Noah was dishing out. “We are not together anymore.” I said as I moved close to her. She raised her hands in defiance. “Please do not come close to me or I will claw out your eyes before screaming bloody murder.”

Just enough. Enough to make me breathe again. Enough to make me break. Enough to make me swear— When she returned, nothing and no one would ever take her from me again. Not gods. Not marks. Not destiny. Nothing. Not ever.

Just chewed slowly, like every bite was made of stone. Charlotte continued, her tone soft but pointed. “She’s going to ruin her reputation if she keeps going like this. What if she tries to crawl back to you after that?” She leaned forward slightly. “After all… your father does have a soft spot for her. Will you take her back?”. Liam’s grip on his fork tightened. Back to me? Will I take her back? He didn’t know what pissed him off more—Charlotte’s smug tone or the tiny part of his brain that asked what he’d do if Natalie actually did come back.

Now that she's back, I'm trying my best to win her back and make her mine again. Well, I'm on the verge of doing that already but with your hateful comments about her, you guys will only drift us apart from each other. Right now, as our fan, I need your help and support to win her back. Please, do not ridicule her anymore because she hasn't done anything wrong. Her only crime was that she loved and trusted me with her whole heart and I betrayed her trust.

“Stop standing there acting like some innocent victim when you know very well that is not what happened!” My jaw tightened immediately. “That is exactly what happened.” “No!” she shouted over me. “You want to rewrite history now because Nilah is gone and suddenly your conscience is eating you alive!” Her chest rose and fell violently as years of bottled resentment finally exploded out of her uncontrollably. “But don’t you dare stand there and pretend I forced you into everything alone!” I scoffed coldly. “You drugged me.” “And yet you kept coming back!” Stephanie fired back instantly.

"She wants you back. Did she tell you that?" He shakes his head as his hand rises to still my fingers so that I'm able to cup the side of his face. "No." "She understands that she lost the best thing in her life and now wants it back. She wants you back." I shake my head. "I can't really blame her for that."

She knew what she was doing, grazing all day, keeping those curves round like I like. She’s clearly on a tight budget now, and she’s lost weight. Too much. “Why do you want me back to pacify your ego” she asks. “Why are you changing the subject?” “ Have you found out who set the hit on me?” “If I guess the right answer to the third question, do I get to cross a bridge?” This is typical female bullshit. I don’t know why I want her back, Does she know what gets charged when she orders delivery to the penthouse.

she said and I smirked. “Yes, that's right. At least, I would be able to get my baby back and Alicia will be mine again,” I said and she scoffed. “So am I not enough?” She asked. “If I'm enough, you wouldn't crave for Artfold, right?” I asked and she kept quiet. “Whatever. I'll make sure that I'm back in his life no matter what. I can't let anyone take what's rightfully mine. Artfold is mine,” she said.

“I want… I want you in my life again. I want your understanding. Your forgiveness. And more than anything, I want you.” She blinked, once, twice. “Shane, don’t…” Carrie inhaled sharply. Her fingers curled at her sides, nails faintly digging into her palms. “After everything that happened, you think you can just say you want me back and that’s enough?” “No,” he said softly. “Which is why I’m standing here, not pretending it is.” She looked away then, her breath smoky in the cold air. For a moment she said nothing, and the silence pressed between us like a wall.

“We still have a few minutes. Let’s have some more fun.” She frees my hair from her grip. “Stand up,” she orders, her tone firmer this time. I hesitantly let go of the garter before obliging. My gaze lands on her as I tower over her.