Winning Her Back Novels & Stories

If she still reacted to me, even just a little, then I still had a hold on her. If there was still something left or anything at all, I would find it. And if there wasn’t? Then, I’d make sure there would be. I refused to believe that what we had could disappear that easily when I hadn't decided it was over. I would remind her of what we were. I was going to win her back. I had already lost too many things that should have been mine to Damon. I wasn’t about to lose Haliyah to him too. This had already become a competition in my mind.

The ball soared, cutting a beautiful, white arc through the blue sky. "Damn," Mark whispered. "She's good. Really good." I felt a surge of something I couldn't name. Pride? Possession? I remembered her winning trophies in college, but I'd always brushed it off as a hobby. I'd never bothered to watch her play. "I bet she's here for the deal," Mark said, his voice turning hopeful. "Nathan, look. She's talking to Venturi. She probably heard you lost the bid and came here to fix it for you. She's trying to win your favor, man."

"So, is that brat left with no chance? If he does turn back, would anything change at all?" Rebecca's smile only deepened. "Mrs. Winston, you've phrased it wrong. It is me who has no chance to begin with, certainly not him who's lost his chance." Since she was young, it had always been her trailing behind Daniel. She was never the one with the ability to give him a chance. Not even if he turned around and found that she was too exhausted to carry on. Her smile remained as her gaze grew distant. "If Daniel turns back, I'll turn back too."

I couldn't help it. "Chris." "Yes, angel?" "Promise me to never give me back to him," I placed my hand on her cheek. "I won't. I promise you," she smiled and crashed her lips to mine. ----

“At all.” His eyes slowly widened. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “How do you know?” “Sylvia told me.” His jaw dropped open. “Sylvia? Violet told Sylvia?” “Yes,” I said. “They talked about it.” Victor stared at me for a long moment, like he was processing a foreign language. Then he exhaled shakily. “Wow,” he murmured. “So she’s… free.” I shrugged. “Pretty much.” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing. “Okay. Okay. So what do I do now? How do I fix this?” He looked genuinely lost. “How do I win her back?”

The other is that Jeff actually created the contest with her in mind, hoping that she would see it and apply, and then he also gave the winning prize to her on a silver platter, so that he can please her and worm his way back into her life. Neither scenario appeals to me in the slightest. This stupid woman once stole Jeff from me, and I’ll be damned if I let her do that again. Ashley has had her two minutes of fame. It’s high time she disappeared back into the shadows, where she belongs, or else …

Desperate, she had tried to use whatever stock remained to secure a lifeline. But in her current state, she was nothing more than a loser to these people. No one was ever going to address her as "Ms. Lloyd" with respect again. If she wanted to secure a deal, she had to endure their humiliation. Sharon assumed I had rushed over to rescue her. Her eyes instantly flooded with tears of gratitude as she scrambled up from the floor to hide behind my back.

"What do you mean?" "There are still some people who want you back as their leader, Nathan, believe it or not. All you have to do is meet them one after the other and make them know you're back. No matter what, you'll definitely need their support in the end, and when you have it, you're gonna win." Nathan let out a smile because Talia was fucking brilliant. He kissed her on the lips, and when he broke the kiss, she smiled back at him. "It's us. We are gonna win." He replied.

Physically, I have no doubt that we could both easily lose control and wind up in one another's arms for another night. As it is now, I can't go a single moment without thinking about how she'd felt, the way she looked at me, how incredible she'd been that night She's perfect, beautiful, incredible, intelligent... everything I could ever want in a partner. But every time I try to think about winning her back, but I also feel little awful for that line of thinking. Trying to win her as if she's some kind of prize instead of a human being that I've hurt feels... disgusting. Still, I want her back in my life and I'm willing to do whatever it takes. If that means

Not only was I distracted, but there was a part of me that wanted to give her what she wanted, even if it meant never seeing her again. "It doesn't count if you let me win." "Why would I let you win?" I asked her. She gave me a look that said I was being deliberately obtuse. "I don't know,” she started, “but I do know when you're holding back, Bryce. So it doesn't count...Rematch." The way she said my name, automatic and natural, made something warm unfurl in my chest. "You'd rather do a rematch than get what you want?" I asked.