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

Aurora By the time I got home that night, my nerves were frayed. Damien Cross had walked back into my life, looked me in the eye, and told me he wanted me back. After five years. He had to be insane if he thought I was going to let him waltz his way back into my life and let him have his way. To think he thought a single apology would erase all of that. I shoved my office bag onto the kitchen counter harder than necessary.

I wanted him to look into my eyes and tell me everything would be okay when I am at my worst. I want his hugs knowing he will be with me. I'm done. I don't need anything more out of life. All I ever wanted was him right by my side again and forever, and that's enough. I am not asking for much, I just want to see him again please... Azelaic came back to me. I am missing you wholeheartedly. I know you are listening to me. I know you are somewhere waiting for me. I just know... please come back and take me out of this miserable life.I wish I could go back in life. Not to change anything, but to feel a few things twice.

"Sorry. I just can't let go of you again." He withdrew his hand and hid it behind his back. "So, what do you want to talk about? Just get straight to the point; it's getting late." I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment, and then spoke. I can do this! "I want you back," I began. "Please, come back to me." He scoffed, and my heart ached. "Do you think it's that easy? When you say you want someone back, do you expect them to return immediately?"

Reality had finally dawned on me as Daniel drove me back to the apartment I was an option all along,a game but that was going to end soon.

He has done a lot of bad things to her and he needed her to forgive him. He wants her to love him again, he wants the Clara he had five years ago back. She has always chased him and begged for his love. Now, it is his turn to chase her back.

Six months later, his clan declared him insane and placed him in psychiatric care—though it was unclear if the diagnosis was real. Serena attempted suicide in Werewolf Prison, but failed. My son and I were laid to rest together, buried by Commander Jack. On my final breath, my son asked, “Mom, will I still be your son next life?” I smiled in the darkness —because I saw something—or someone— A divine presence, offering me two wishes: one for our happiness in another realm, the other to wipe all memory from Doris’s mind so she could live with her father. I wished—and then faded.

"You picked your side. So stay on that side." "We are divorced. I left. He-" Mum cut in harshly. "I don't care if he's dead. We knew that man was trouble and we warned you, but you wouldn't listen. You said you were in love. Well, where has that love gotten you now?" I sniffled. "Please, I just need a little help. I'm sorry. I should have listened to you. I thought he loved me." Mum snorted. "It's too late for that now. Leave and never come back."

“I want you back.” Another pause. Then, she laughs. It’s not the soft, sweet laugh I remember. It’s bitter. Angry. “You had your chance,” she says. “It’s too late.” The line goes dead, and I’m left standing there, the phone still pressed to my ear. It’s too late. Maybe it is. But I’m not giving up. Not yet.

She continued, giggling in amusement and my eyes watered in despair. “Why did you come back? What do you intend to gain from doing all this to me? All I've ever done is try to be a good sister to you. I've tried to love you but you just want to get rid of me. Why?” I asked in genuine confusion, my heart sinking at the thought of her trying to mess with me again. “Because you don't deserve to be happy.” She spat, her expression changing into one of hatred. “You shouldn't even exist. I was going to return to end you as I tried to years ago. But hey, you're dying soon. Isn't that a win-win?”

He pressed his palms together in front of his chest, pleading without caring about the last remnants of his dignity in front of the bodyguards and Grandfather Branson. "I swear I lost my way! I was seduced by Jessica back then... she kept coming after me when I was at my weakest! Please forgive me, Vel... please give me one more chance. We can start over, okay?" Kyle took another step toward her, looking at Ravelle with eyes full of desperate hope. "I don't need that company anymore, Vel... I don't need wealth or status. I only want you. I only need you to come back to my side..."