They Want Me Back When It's Too Late Novels & Stories

I need him gone, but God, I want him back inside me already. This can't be over.

The message still sat there, unread. Jenny wasn’t like this before. Not with me. A few days ago, things had been different. Now there was a huge distance I couldn’t quite place. My gaze returned to the phone. The cursor blinked steadily in the empty message box. My thumb hovered over the keyboard. Slowly, I began to type. *I'd like to see you again.* The words stayed on the screen for several seconds before I deleted them. My jaw tightened slightly. I tried again. *Can we talk sometime?*

my queen, please can I make a request? "Of course, you can," the queen replied. Amy breathed in before asking, "can we come back? I miss everyone back home and I'm very tired of being in a foreign country. I really want to come back." Amy's words surprised the queen since she was under the impression that Amy was having the time of her life with Bastian. However, she said, "Okay, I'll ask Bastian to get ready and make the arrangements so you both can start coming back tomorrow.

So refreshing, I was in a villa. "Tss! Take me home!" I said while stomping my feet. "We're home already!" he said sarcastically. "Whatever! Take me home right now!" I repeated to him. "That's what I wanted to do last night but you insisted on coming here–" "What?" I shouted. I'm in big trouble if I don't really know the man I talked to last night. "So bring me back home, now." I begged. "I can't", he said while leaning his head against the wall.

I didn't want anything to upset you, I didn't want to hear it from you that we were over because I couldn't take care of something so simple; that I couldn't handle something so small........I wanted to give you everything.' She raised her hand to his face and touched his cheeks. 'Nicko, I had you......we were happy, we were alive. That was okay for me.' 'I wanted to give you everything, Amber. I left because I was afraid to stay because if I stayed I might not get what I want.......' 'When you left, you came back because you looked for something that was right at home, where you left it.' Because someone on a journey to look for something would not come back to the place he just left.

I was watching everything I’d thrown away. And now? Now I wanted it back. But the worst part? I wasn’t sure if I even deserved it.

I answered the call and held the phone to my ear without saying a word. "I can hear your breathing so I know that you are there, Rose," her cutting edge voice broke through the phone. "What is it, mom?" She scoffed and I heard the clinking of a glass in the background. "You know why I am calling and that's why you don't want to pick up your phone, isn't it?" "I don't know what you're talking about mom," I said and jammed my key in the ignition. "You have to get back to Italy," she said, as a matter of fact.

Damian said flatly, "Take us to them." They brought them to the room where I was waiting. I was pulling my hospital coat tighter, still pale. I looked up when the door opened. Damian walked in. He stopped. His eyes went wide. I met his gaze and smiled, thin and colorless. "I don't want money." "I want his life in exchange." "Or he could give me my baby back."

"No one can know. Not Ethan, not Vanessa. No one." I had to survive. For the past fourteen years, ever since my village was burned to the ground and I was brought here in chains, I had survived for nothing more than the hope of a better tomorrow. But now, I had a real reason to live. I had a child to protect. I would run myself ragged, I would swallow my pride, and I would let them treat me like dirt—anything to keep their eyes off my changing body until I could find a way to escape this living hell.