All That Is Mine I Carry With Me Novels & Stories

“Throughout this memorable day I have been uplifted and sustained by the knowledge that your thoughts and prayers were with me. I have been aware all the time that my peoples, spread far and wide throughout every continent and ocean in the world, were united to support me in the task to which I have now been dedicated with such solemnity. Many thousands of you came to here from all parts of the world and Empire to join in the ceremony, but I have been conscious too of the millions of others who have shared in it by means of media in their homes. All of you, near or far, have been united in one purpose. It is hard for me to find words in which to tell you of the strength which this knowledge

It felt strange but I didn't want to think about it. "Are you okay little man? Do your ears still hurt?" He asked Tak. Tak shook his head. "When are we leaving? You didn't have to bring people to help me. I don't need a lot of things anyway," I told him. Most of the things here we're not very important to me. They are things I could easily replace. "I just wanted to help. You're leaving your city just because of me so I want to fill my house with things you are familiar with."

The words hung in the air. Heavy. Final. “No,” I said immediately. Too quickly. Too sharply. “They are mine.” Draven’s gaze snapped to me. Cold. Precise. “Say that again.” My spine straightened despite the fear clawing at me. “They are mine.” The temperature in the room seemed to drop. “You carried them,” he said slowly. “You raised them. You protected them.” He took a step closer. This time, I didn’t move. “But they are not just yours.”

Mine was not. “You think you know my secrets, Calla? Good. Then you’ll understand this one: when something is mine, I do not let it be taken. I do not let it be harmed. And I never let it be afraid.” I squeezed her hand once, a promise sealed in pressure.

Looking very undecided. "Minho I still love Kristal" he informed me in a whisper as if sharing a secret known only to him "I don't know if I trust myself to stay here with her and not try to hold on to her again" His confession sent my head spinning and my heart feeling like someone had poked it with some sharp object.

"That's fine. Let's fight for what we want. But please, whatever happens, don't forget that you are mine. You can fly as much as you want, but, you will have to land in your nest, our nest." "All right. I promise." "What do you promise?" "To never forget that I am yours and you, you are mine. That will help me remember the way to my home." "What is your home?" "Wherever you are. Where you and my brother are," I answer and he kisses me as the school bell rings. "I'm glad you know that. Now, always remember that, girl. Because I never forget who I own" Stephen whispers against my lips and I smile. I like what he says to me and causes in me his words, they are nice things.

All at once. "My best friend gave it to me." Quiet. Real. "Back when I was in the orphanage. So he could find me later." Damien went still. Not the careful, measured stillness from before. Something harder. Something that happened to him rather than something he chose. His eyes shifted red. "Him." One word. The temperature in the room dropped three degrees. "He gave you that." Not a question. His jaw worked once. "And you've been wearing it." His eyes cut to hers. "You don't wear what another man gives you. You're mine. What's on your body is mine. What touches your skin is mine."

she said gently. I swallowed, nodding without hesitation. “It does.” That wasn’t even the full truth. It wasn’t just important. It was… mine. One of the few things I carried that wasn’t tied to expectations, to pressure, to anyone else’s control. Something simple. Something grounding me to my own little world when I had nothing to hold on to. And now it was gone. I turned fully toward the house, my steps already picking up pace. “I’ll be right back,” I added, though I didn’t wait for a response.

“It’s a thorn from your first shelter. The one they had me break… it’s a piece of you. It’s helped me get through all of the experiments, all of the dark times, because I knew I had at least a small part of me with you.” There’s a soft trace of my magic still within it, pulsing faintly. I hand it back softly, and he clutches it in his hand like it might disappear. “I carry it with me, just like I’ll carry you through whatever hump this is. Every step. Every fall. I’ll carry you. Even when you doubt your safe spaces, even when you doubt your own mind, or your mates. It’s me and you.” My eyes burn as I watch him gingerly tuck it back into his pocket, and I blink back the tears threatening to f

Jordan Ford lost a bet, and I was forced to remove my makeup in front of everyone. The whole crowd goaded me on while his friends laughed especially loudly. “Don’t be a buzzkill. Eira already did it. “Come on, Clara! You’re not chickening out, are you?” Three years prior, I had saved Jordan from a car accident. Glass shards cut my face and left a scar that could barely be concealed with makeup. “Go on, remove it.” Through the smoke, his gaze met mine with nothing but casual indifference. I dragged a makeup-removing wipe across my face, again and again, revealing the ugly scar. “It’s just makeup. Quit being so dramatic. “You killed my mother back then. That scar is just a light price