We Want Her Novels & Stories

“Tell me what you want.” “I want everything,” she says. “I want you to be my first and only for everything, Beau Thibodeaux, and I want to live here with you and marry you and have your babies.” She stops for a second and adds, “Like immediately. I want you to fill me up so much that I’m guaranteed to be having your baby in nine months.” I lean my forehead against hers and sigh. “How the hell did I get so lucky to find you? That’s everything I want. This is the last night we’ll ever have to be apart. I promise.”

she said firmly. I felt my frustration flare again. "Isn't this what you wanted?" I demanded. "Being your Luna has been my dream," she replied, "But I want it done in front of everyone. It needs to be official for the pack to see."

"What the fuck, let me go!" I want her, I want her, I want her in my arms, I want to smell her, I want to kiss her, I want her, I fucking want to tie her in my own house. I want to fuck her nonstop, I want to open her legs wide, I want her, I want her looking at me with flush look, I want to ram her inside, I want to make her shout, I want her to cry, I want her to only look at me, I want her attention only to me. I want her. Fuck, I want her. I want to kidnap her right now. I quickly snap my thoughts and let go of her, she looks at me with creepy look.

My hands were clasped together, fingers laced, as I waited. Then she arrived. “Fuck, I forgot my charger,” she muttered, exasperation spilling out in a sigh. The rooftop had been a good choice. At least there was air to breathe. She shrugged off the weight of her green army jacket, unbuttoning it and fanning herself with one of the menus. “Do you have a power bank?” I said nothing. I simply handed it over. She clapped once in relief, brushing her full bangs aside. The brim of her plain black cap cast a shadow over her face, obscuring her expression. She pulled out the cord and plugged in her phone. I leaned back, arms folding across my chest.

"Now?" "When we get home," she said. "I want her to come back to the city. Soon." She paused, watching the sun dip lower against the tree line. "I want—" She cut herself off, searching for the exact phrasing, the truest version of the thought. "I want her to meet everyone. Not separately in different rooms. All at once. I want her to have dinner with Eleanor, and Margaret, and—" She stopped again, the weight of the expansion settling in her chest.

Her body shook as she held onto my hands tightly, her knuckles white, her eyes red and swollen from crying all night. "This was the mess that took your father's life!" she cried, her voice cracking with pure fear and grief. She was practically on her knees, begging me to hands off whatever it was. "Erica, please! Look at me! Look at your children! Do you want them to grow up without a mother the same way you grew up without a father? Hands off this case! We can relocate to a small poor town! We can sell everything, change our names, and go somewhere quiet where no one knows us. Just leave all of this behind!"

“So we talk to her together. All of us. No competition. No agenda.” “No competition. No agenda,” I confirmed. “And if she decides she only wants one of us?” Marcus asked. The question dropped into the middle of the table like a stone. None of us answered it right away. “Then we respect that,” I said finally. “But I don’t think that’s what she wants. I think she wants permission to want all of us without feeling like she’s doing something wrong.” I paused. “None of us want to walk away. So we figure out how to stay.”

"This ring comes with a burden too heavy for me to bear. I can't keep it with me any longer." Clayton stared at me in pure disbelief, and his breathing began to quicken. "What do you mean by that? You don't want it anymore?" I nodded. "Yeah. I don't want it anymore. "Also, I'm here today to properly bid goodbye to you. Let's each go our separate ways after this."

“If that’s what you really want.” She purses her lips, staring at me for a second too long. “That’s not what I want.” “Then what do you want?” “I want to fight. I want to expose their ugliness to the world. I want them to know that they messed with the wrong person.” “Exactly,” I finally say, and she looks even more confused. “But how is any of that going to happen if you give up when you’re this close to getting what you want?”

That day, Natalie swore to me, “Zayden, it was just a mistake. You’re the only one I love. The shares are yours. My life is yours. Just let me give birth to the child and send him away. I’ll spend my whole life making it up to you.” Until today, she had truly devoted herself to keeping that promise. No matter how busy she was, she made sure to call every day to report her schedule. On every holiday, she never failed to send expensive gifts. She even turned down contracts worth hundreds of millions just to be with me on our wedding anniversary. I thought time would erase the past. The snow had stopped. Natalie had the driver take Xeno home first. She had not dared to leave without me. We sat