Take Me Back Book Novels & Stories

I’m here to reclaim. To forcefully take back what should have never been handed over in the first place. I didn’t come back to be pitied. I didn’t crawl out of the shadows to play second fiddle to some boy scout with soft hands and a savior complex. I came back to finish what I started. To take them back. To remind Emily that I was the first man to ever make her feel alive. To remind her that no matter how far she’s tried to run from it, from me, we’re still carved into each other like scars that won’t fade.

he answered, and this just made me even more curious to ask him more questions. “Even though you can order it, but then it would take days for it to get here and you need it right now, so you had to come here,” I answered, giving him an explanation, and he nodded in agreement, immediately locking in. “What’s the name of this book?” I asked, and he swallowed. “Just an old classic historical romance book; Rebellious Love by Maura Seger,” he answered, and I slowly nodded. “Okay then,” I said as I took slow steps away from him.

I looked around in amazement at the familiar mall layout and the familiar Christmas tree standing in the center, just like in my previous life. The towering 30-foot Christmas tree was covered with decorative gift boxes that sparkled enticingly under the lights. I took a deep breath, overwhelmed by an indescribable shock. I had actually been reborn, returned to the very day I died so horribly in my previous life. My mother-in-law, Paula Sutton, turned to look at my husband, Oliver Canning, who was beside her, her voice filled with urgency and excitement. "Oli, look at these gift boxes! They're wrapped so nicely. There must be good stuff inside!"

The bond snapped tight like a whip. I cried out, collapsing to my knees as panic, his panic,flooded my senses. Cassian had realized where I was. My vision tilted. The world spun. Come back. The demand echoed without words. I clenched my fists. And for the first time, I didn't answer. I endured. But at the end it lured me back to that damn house. And against my better judgment, I did. I went back.

The crowd erupted in an uproar. Kenneth had not expected me to have a backup plan. He shouted angrily, "Don't believe her! She's a scheming woman who's always framing others!" "Really?" I shot back sarcastically. "The public isn't blind. Let them judge for themselves. Why are you getting so worked up all of a sudden?" As I spoke, I played the video on my phone. Burned once in my previous life, I had learned my lesson. This time around, I had befriended the banquet hall manager early on. Every move in the hall had been recorded from start to finish and downloaded onto my phone.

I could tell my answer wasn't getting into his head yet so I shook my head, turned around to leave for my bedroom. "You'll have to accept me. I get what I want and I'll have you. Don't worry, you can think about it. Whenever you're ready, you can come to me, I'll definitely accept you back." He yelled behind me. Rolling my eyes, I pushed the door to my room open. Accepting Alvin was just going to be like letting History repeat itself. I couldn't end up like Mia.

Then I raised my phone, framed them both perfectly, and took the photo. I looked at it as I left the place. Then I called Usher. Usher picked up immediately. “I’ve decided,” I said calmly. “I’m coming back to the Moonlight Pack.” "We'll be ready for you, Alpha." Usher replied. I smiled coldly, This time… I won’t be the victim. I’ll be the one in control.

They slip from mine a second or two later before she selects her book and starts to read aloud. I'm interested in the book at first, before the situation in front of me begins to distract me from Amelia's words. We've been back together for a while now, and it's felt so good to have her back, but I don't know if it's ever felt this good. I did it, I got her back. I gave her the time that she needed and made myself a safe place for her to feel okay again, and she came back. She's home, and she's okay. Better than okay. She's travelling to a new continent for the first time, having a vacation for the first time in possibly a decade, letting someone else take care of her for a change, reading n

I can't recall, I still find myself wondering what actually happened, well moving on I found my way into the sacred library, only to discover that no one was present, all the guards were outside. I walked past the tall wooden shelves which were filled with different books, yet I felt a force drawing me towards a particular self at the far right of the library which had an inscription on it, "Mystery." I scanned through the book and I decided to pick the one that had a black cover, the title of the book was Prophecies. The title alone was intriguing, I found myself a place to sit down to feast on the book. I randomly opened to the eighth chapter which was titled, "The Return of the Rebel Alph

"You still make that weird tea with ginger and cloves?" "Of course. And it still burns the soul on the way down." "Perfect." I smiled and went to the kitchen. The kettle hissed with heating, and I saw him looking round the living room as though he were taking in every inch of it, every aroma, every imperceptible residue of the life we once had all to ourselves. "It is weird to be back here," he said calmly as I brought two mugs. "Weird how?" "Like... like I never did all those insane things, but I know I did, it just feels too calm. Does that make sense?"