All That Is Mine I Carry With Me Novels & Stories

She must have a grudge against me. "Is he mine?" I growled. "Yes, Your Majesty. Tak is your son."

it's all for me. I drop my sweater and go after what's mine.

Because I’ve already claimed her. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. Right under their noses, I made her mine. Every inch of her. Every breath she takes. Every tear she sheds. Every smile she offers belongs to me. Her soul is wrapped around mine, and mine has no intention of letting go. She resides in me completely. I carry her voice in my head, her scent in my chest, her touch in my bones. There is not a single day I don’t think of her. Not a single moment she doesn’t cross my mind.

"Mine! All mine! You are all fucking mine!" Give me some strength to live on, this world is really selfish. ________________________________________

me alone. Only mine… Snap

-I know, but I can't risk them taking you from me. -You're crazy, I yell at him. -I helped you because that's what I would have done for anyone. I'm not yours. -You are mine, and you will stay here. Because that's what I want,he yells at me angrily.

I did not break. I had carried the thing that happened in the park and I had carried the four seconds and I had carried the EMDR sessions and the hospital and the verdict and the ice cube I had picked up and put back and I had carried all of it until I did not need to carry it anymore and it had not broken me. I had reclaimed it. All the way. *Mine,* I thought. *All of it mine.*

Strange in a good way. She's mine. She belongs to me, To use as I wish, To take when I desire, To fuck how I want, To do what I wish... Red is mine... Mine to care for, mine to protect, mine to love. Wait... What! Did I just mention LOVE?

She was mine alone. Mine.

My fingers brushed the tent’s canvas as if feeling the texture could anchor me. “I’d wake up drenched in sweat, thinking I’d lost everything… thinking I’d lost you, thinking I’d lose everyone I cared about again.” Her eyelashes fluttered, and I caught myself hoping she’d hear, even if only subconsciously. “You shouldn’t have to carry this weight,” I murmured. “None of us should… but I do. I carry it for you. And for them.” I leaned back slightly, eyes tracing the faint silver glow of her threads.