We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together Novels & Stories

Jimmy agreed immediately with relief washing over his face, “Alright. I’ll make sure she stays far away. I’ll never let her bother you again.” My condition worsened by the day. The pain kept me awake through the night. I received a call from an unfamiliar number one night. The moment I heard her voice, I knew it was Debbie. “Charles, I know you are listening. Have you caused enough drama? “It’s all my fault. I’ve been too selfish. I’ve always loved you. Can you forgive me? Can we start over? “We can go abroad. They have the most advanced treatments. You’ll get better…”

Claimed. Mates. Partners. Forever. And when the crisis was over, we looked at each other and smiled. "Our pocket reality is still there," Kade said. "Then let's go back." "Together?" "Always." We scattered. And this time, nothing interrupted. We'd earned this. And we were taking it. Together. Forever. Ours.

My eyes burned as I looked at Julian. I threw my arms around him, holding on as if he were the only solid thing left in the world. For a moment, he stiffened in surprise. Then, he wrapped his arms around me just as tightly. "We're going to make it," he said quietly. "As long as we stay together." I nodded, even though my throat was too tight to speak. By then, I understood. This was not a wrong turn or a nightmare waiting to end. We were already on a road with no way back. The only direction left was forward.

“But…but we…we were trying to work things out—” “No,” I interrupted. “You were trying to work things out. You were trying to make yourself feel better about what happened. But I never promised you anything. I never said I wanted to get back together. I agreed to leave with you because I needed to get away, not because I wanted to be with you again. Don't forget that.”

Through out all our back and forth, breakup and get back together cycle, I get more attached to him each time we get back together. "Whatcha thinking" He squeezes my laps. "Nothing" I tug my hair behind my ear. He turns on the radio to drown away the silence and our favourite song plays, 'Don't leave me alone' by David Guetta My cheek breaks into a smile and I sing along to the song. This has always been my favorite song since I was younger, my mom loved playing it and it rubbed off on me. Bryne started loving the song too because of me. "Don't you ever leave me, don't you ever go" I sing along happily

They leaned on each other, their bond unyielding, and found solace in the simple act of holding hands. Finally, the day arrived when Ryan received his diagnosis. It wasn't the news they had hoped for, but they faced it with courage and resilience. The road ahead would be challenging, marked by treatments, uncertainties, and the ever-present possibility of loss. But they vowed to cherish every moment, to embrace the gift of time they had been granted.

“I love him. We’re married.” He looked devastated, as if he had been abandoned. I felt no sympathy for him. My life was no longer intertwined with his. “Neil is waiting for me. See you,” I said, turning to leave. But before I could walk away, Owen grabbed my wrist, his eyes filled with a pitiful desperation. “Noah... is there no chance for us to get back together?” I pulled my hand free, glaring at him. “Owen, whatever we had is over. It ended years ago. I’ve moved on, and so should you.”

Ryan paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "I can offer more money. Is one million dollars enough?" I sighed. My voice was calm as I replied, "Ryan, we're not from the same world. Let's not contact each other anymore." "I can make it two million dollars," Ryan quickly said. "I already lost nine years of freedom. I'm not spending the rest of my life tied to you." My refusal lit his fuse instantly. "Daisy, don't be ungrateful! I'm asking you one last time. Are you—" I cut him off sharply, "I'm never going back to you! Bye!"

“Don’t lie to me. Not about this.” Tears stung my eyes. “He’s in me, Kye. I can feel him trying to find a way back.” “Then let me anchor you.” I blinked up at him. “I’m serious,” he said. “We’ve never completed the bond fully. Not since—” I stiffened. He stopped himself. Not since the Tower. Not since the last time we tried to merge our powers and nearly tore each other apart. That moment still haunted us both — the scream, the explosion, the blood.

Not ever. ---