The Potter Wants To Put You Back Novels & Stories

The crisp sound echoed through the hall, and everyone immediately turned their attention to him. Erica and Garland straightened up, wary of causing any disturbance. "Mrs. Houston," Freddy began, "the Potter family's seal is of great importance to us. Please return it." Freddy was 70, but his eyes were sharp and clear. Every movement he made exuded a restrained calm, and his words carried an authority that was hard to defy. "Sir, it's not that I don't want to return it," Debra replied. "I can't."

(FLASHBACK LAST NIGHT) "Fine, what do you want in return, pup?" I asked. "I want you to let me go. I don’t want your help, I don’t want to have anything to do with you. I just want to return to my home." He said emotionlessly. I heard the sharp intake from Kiara. She knew the shit this kid has gone through, we hadn't hidden anything from her, and I know hearing him wanting to go back there... She would always worry about him.

I wanted to run my fingers over the keys and hear the melody come to life and fill the cottage with beautiful music. "It doesn't matter what it costs, Ro. I brought it here so that you can start paying me back. I told you, this is how you're going to pay me back, remember?" "I am confused," I admitted. "How is buying me another gift helping me pay you back?"

He held my gaze one moment longer — then continued. "Wilberforce is standing for the country's presidency. He will be stepping down from the family business." His eyes stayed on mine. "Once you have recovered — once you are ready — his position is yours. He will show you everything you need to know." He touched my face once. Briefly. Then dropped his hand. "Welcome home, Alice." He turned and walked toward the door.

“I need help.” Pastor Lucas pulled a strategic handkerchief from his pocket, wiped my tears, and smiled gently. “Your dad won’t leave this town, dear. His life is here—his friends, his memories. If you want to help him, do it here.” I took a deep breath, facing what I really had to do. “Let us help you, child. Let Marcos help. Let your friends be part of your life again. Let’s be your family again. What do you say?”

she says again, sharper this time. I move to stand near the doorway of the kitchen, just enough to keep distance. “You ever think about how things could’ve been?” I ask. “If we had done things differently?” She turns around, arms crossed. “What do you want, Eric?” “I want us to start over. You, me… Wendy. No lies. No danger. Just peace. A clean slate. We can be a family.” Her eyes soften for just a moment before she shuts it down. “Hell no,” she snaps.

“I want to know if you will go back. Not to the castle but to the hidden world to live your own life as a holder. The answer is up to you. If you go back you should recover the stones, they’ll help you reach your true potential as a holder. If you have them the king and queen also won’t have the power to force you to do anything you don’t want. I wanted the kind of holder I originally planned for and you can be the rest is up to you.” When I woke up I knew what I had to do. I had to go back.

As I scrolled through the lively chat, the discomfort I felt eased a little. … Lucy showed up late on Sunday. She claimed to have been held up, and I didn't think much about it. Everyone seemed to enjoy the food very much. When the meal was over, I wanted to transfer the extra money back to them, but they all said it was fine. They even gave me an extra 500 dollars each. Smiling widely, Lucy said it was just a token of appreciation from everyone. I felt quite touched by that. Later that night, after cleaning up the kitchen, I finally managed to sit down and get some rest. Just then, Lucy added my personal number to a group chat that was named "Matured Investment Withdrawal".

"I asked if you wanted to find out about your past." I smiled without it reaching my eyes "Don't play with me witch" "I'm not playing. I just want to know if you'd like to know" I cursed under my breath "What do you want in return?" "It's not too much. You just have to be my eyes and ears in a pack I'd put you in"