We Are Never Getting Back Together Novels & Stories

“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.

Which meant tonight was the night. “I know you’ve got questions,” I said before she could open her mouth, “and I’m listening.” “Exactly,” she said, patting a space beside her on my bed. “Sit.” I sat. “You guys are back together?” she asked, tilting her head slightly like she was trying to read between lines I hadn’t written. “No,” I said firmly. “We are never getting back together.”

Back at my apartment, during a video call with my parents, they could tell from my expression that something was wrong. Terrified I might go back to him, they anxiously tried to counsel me. After just a few words, I interrupted them both: "Don't worry, I will never, ever get back together with Gavin." "You can rest easy." "No matter what he does, I won't forgive him, won't go back." "I'll work hard here in Northern Europe and live well."

I can see it in the way her body tenses, the way her breath catches when I get too close. “Do you think we’ll ever go back to how it was?” she asks suddenly, her voice soft. I frown, not sure how to answer that. “Do you want to go back to that?” She hesitates, and then shakes her head. “I don’t know, I… We’re supposed to hate each other and figure out how to break this bond, but something…. something tells me—” “We can’t go back,” I say, my voice low, almost a growl. “The bond won’t let us.”

If only I could tell her my true feelings. "Why are you getting back together, Mommy? You didn't even break up. You're still married. It's normal for couples to have a misunderstanding." I said calmly, but deep inside I didn't want them to get back together. I should only be the woman in my daddy's life! "I hope it's just a simple accident," she said softly. "Let's finish this, and your daddy will be home soon." I just nodded.

"How have you been?" "Okay. I've been better, but I'm okay." "Yeah, well - look Bobby, I'm sorry for what I did. I was nervous and unsure and well, hey, marriage is a big step and I was scared. But I've had time to think about it and I realize that I love you enough to want to try. Can we get back together?" "For how long? Until another boyfriend comes back to town and you need to go and see if the spark is still there?"

"So if you and Phil haven't gotten back together yet, I'm begging you to get back together so that pest woman can disappear from our lives." I smiled bitterly at what Karen said. She used to hate me and almost pushed me out of the house, out of Phil's life and now she's begging me to get back with him. Life is like that. Very unpredictable. We don't know what will happen in the next few days. "I'm sorry, Karen. But there's no hope that Phil and I will ever get back together," I told her. "I'll go ahead. I'm going back to my work."

“I never stopped wanting you.” My chest ached. “That’s not my problem.” “Maybe not.” His thumb brushed my bottom lip. “But you still came apart on my cock like you never stopped wanting me either.” I slapped his hand away. “This isn’t a rom-com. We’re not getting back together because the sex was good.” “Who said anything about getting back together?” He smirked. “I’m just saying we’re stuck here all weekend. Might as well make it interesting.” “You’re unbelievable.”

"No, they broke up," "Well apparently, they’re back together," I blocked all the noise around us. All I did was focus on him. "We're back together, right?" I asked, my stomach churning, still afraid this is still a dream. My hands wrapped around his waist tightly, afraid he'd be gone the next moment. "We are baby, and this time, I promise I won't be pushing you away ever again. Never," I pulled him for a hug and buried my face on his chest, bawling my eyes out.

Lincoln slowly turned back toward me, stunned. “You just proved exactly how little you think of me,” I continued. “Even now.” I stepped closer, my voice firm and clear. “So listen carefully, because this is the last time I will ever say it.” I looked straight into his eyes. “I will never, ever, ever get back together with you, even if we were fated mares. Not in this life. Not in any life. Now leave.” Lincoln stared at me like he couldn’t breathe. For once, he had no words.