Winning Her Back Novels & Stories

I said She chuckled “don't worry. God would reward me.” she bowed her head and brought it up immediately then ran off before I could say anything else. I looked at the card in my hand “wow” I muttered then looked at the direction she ran to. So she really brought my phone and wristwatch back in one piece and still didn't want to be rewarded. I need to tell Winifred that I finally saw the opposite of her . . .

Laird said, raising his chin towards the stage. I smiled back at him crookedly. "You don't know anything, Laird. Get ready to worship me and be my slave forever," I said with determination burning in my eyes. It's time. There's no better time than now to get back at this man. He has no idea that I've planned this with Alan. He will be shocked to death, admit defeat, and be my slave forever. I slowly walked backward towards the stage. My eyes still locked onto Laird's green eyes, and I could see my reflection carved in the light of his eyes. I knew I would win tonight.

"Do you remember when I told you that winning him over would be one of the hardest things you'll ever do?" "...I do, and I wondered about that. Because speaking plainly, I didn't really do anything to try winning him", she clenched her jaw. "Well, now you will. If you want of course, if you don't, I'll make it easier on you", she reached to brush her hand against the back of Myla's neck. "No! No! I…I do want. I want ", she said in frustration. She wanted to win him over of course. Who wouldn't want their mate back?

She'd screwed over her own cousin, helped Victoria tear Isabella apart, and gotten pregnant just to seal the deal - and this was all she got? "Eliza!" Jackson ran back in. "ELIZA!" He grabbed her around the waist. She fought against him for a second before remembering herself. She couldn't lose control, not now. Not after everything she'd done to get here. "I'm fine," she said, smoothing her clothes. Her mascara was smeared. "I'm fine." She fixed her makeup quickly, erasing the evidence of her anger. Jackson waited, watching her transform back into the woman he knew.

he stiffened. “As what? Her man? Her fiance? Her bodyguard?” I seethed. “The last time I checked, you made her suffer!” Jackson bellowed. “And you watched her suffer! What does that make you?” I flinched. “Do you think you are any better than me?” I snarled. “I’m here to win back her heart. So back off,” I spat. “You’ve been there with her once, Michael. You lost your chances,” Jackson lashed.

She asked with her eyes wide with excitement. I still haven't understood where she’s going with this. “You should grab this opportunity to win her back, Jack. She claims to have loved you in the past; I guess she still does. I mean one’s love doesn’t just die like that.” Only then did I see what she’s trying to do. She was trying to make me get back with Nicole because of her wealth, not because she actually liked her.

And a secret she’d kept hidden for ten years. She adjusted her navy blazer as the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and then she stepped inside. Her reflection in the mirrored walls stared back at her as she exhaled sharply. Twelve years ago, she came into this building as a young intern. Ten years ago, she left Damien Carrington’s life and never looked back. And now… she was coming back to take down his company. The elevator was quiet as it went up, and she felt her chest tighten. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t regret. It was something stronger. She remembered her daughter’s sleepy face that morning, asking why she was wearing “war clothes” again.

A raw desire for me. Just as I thought she caved in. She pulled away. Slow and controlled. Her eyes blinked open. “We’re just friends, remember?” She said fiercely. No matter how much she tried to look tough, her eyes betrayed her. But this was good. I know just how to win her back, just like I’d always done. I retreated backward, slowly nodding my head. “Get ready, I’ll be downstairs waiting.” I gave her a deliberate smirk and then turned to leave the room.

she commented, a smile on her lips. I scooted closer. “You don’t deny it. There must be some truth to what I’m saying, then...” Frustration built up. She wasn’t giving me what I wanted. Her smile was unnerving. I wanted more. I needed confirmation from her. “I want to win her back, and I’ll never stop trying!” I swore.

I actually won. Oh mother, if only you were here to watch me, you'd have been so proud of your baby girl. 'I told you, you weren't weak' That voice... That voice... No... No it couldn't be... She is back!