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

“We survive. We fight. And when he returns… we will be stronger.” Dresden knelt beside me, pressing a hand to my shoulder, amber eyes burning. “Always,” he said, voice low, possessive, and full of promise. “Together. No matter what comes.” The vault doors trembled again, faint cracks forming along their edges. Shadows whispered, curling, waiting. And I knew with absolute certainty that the battle was far from over. Because the shadowed elder wasn’t just returning—he was coming back for revenge. And next time… he wouldn’t just test us. He would try to destroy everything we held dear.

♥ THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ♥ ♥I Don't Want You Back Song by AJ Mitchell♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ I've been waiting for the day you say you want me back I've been alone but baby I can't seem to understand You threw my heart into the flames I took our pictures out the frames I tried to throw 'em out but I still keep 'em just in case If you're wondering if I still love you after so much time has passed

, go talk to her, go know her, go love her, and come back, come back to me, come back to us, come back to your family, come back to your life, come back to your happiness, come back to your love, come back, Élianor, come back." I kiss him, I kiss him the way you kiss the one you love, the one you want to keep, the one you want to hold back, the one you want to love, forever, for eternity, until the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love, and I go out, I go down the stairs, I cross the kitchen, I say goodbye to Matha, to Liora, to the children, I tell them I am coming back, that I am

,She thought as she downed a glass of water. ‘What do you want exactly?? Do you want to make things right again so I can forgive you for treating me like crap when we were married or do you want— ‘I want you back Alice'.He finally dropped the bombshell and it felt like the room was going to apart in her head. ‘You want...you want me back??'. ‘Yes I do Alice.I want you back,I want to see Willow everyday when I wake up and i—

I pulled the strap of my bag tighter against my simple coat, feeling completely exposed under their watchful eyes. Am I even allowed to be here again? I thought, my throat tightening up. This world used to be so familiar… but it doesn't feel like mine anymore. "Tyla...?" he finally called out lightly. “Is that you?” There was complete silence between the both of us for a fleeting second. Was this the wrong time for opening wounds? Maybe I shouldn’t have thought of coming back and thinking he would ever forgive me. However, before I knew what was going on, Vincent broke into a fast stride. He didn’t care that dozens of his staff were watching.

When there's no one to talk to and relate with, will she still be alright? She is afraid of what might happen. She wished all these never happened. She wished it would just pass off Like a midsummer's night dream and when she opened her eyes, they would be forgotten. But alas, if she closed her eyes and opened them, they would still be there. They have refused to vanish away. She won't be going to the office for a couple of weeks if her boss is considerate enough. If otherwise, she would apply for a leave. She would stay by Rita's side. Watch her grow back to who she used to be. Then when she's nourished back to health, she will be fine again.

I hesitated, wanting to say more, but the countless words in my heart seemed to dissolve into nothing. There was nothing left between us worth saying. As I turned away, a single tear slid from the corner of his eye. But I was already gone too quickly to notice. And even if I had, what could it possibly have changed? All I could do was keep walking forward without looking back. Everything we once had had scattered like smoke, and the past now lived only in memory.

“I thought you were someone else.” “And what if I want to be that someone again?” “It’s too late.”

The sheer audacity of the words hung in the cold garage air. He didn't want me back because he loved me. He wanted me back because Brown Holdings was bleeding on the trading floor, and he had finally realized I was holding the knife. He didn't want the woman standing in front of him. He wanted the quiet, obedient wife he could control, the one who never challenged, threatened and never made him afraid.