All That Is Mine I Carry With Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But we had never been measured by ordinary men, and I had never wanted ordinary things. She shifted in her sleep and murmured something small and human; before long she smoothed the blanket and a little of the world’s weight eased for a breath. I bent, and without thinking the words that had been growing heavy in me poured out again not to alarm her, not to coerce, but simply because a confession needs an ear. “You are mine,” I whispered. It was an old-fashioned possessive utterance, and one part of me loathed myself for saying it aloud. But the truth is this: for better or worse, I meant it in the only way I could as a promise that I would defy the world’s bounds to hold what I considered m

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.

-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.

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?

Every inch of me was his, every heartbeat bound to his presence. “Say it,” he whispered, lips brushing mine in a soft, teasing claim. “Say it for me.” “I’m yours,” I breathed, voice trembling with desire, relief, and trust. “Completely yours.” Grayson’s lips curved slightly, a low, satisfied murmur vibrating against my skin. “Good,” he murmured, voice heavy with possession. “Every inch of you is mine. Every part, every thought, every moment you give me… it is mine, Callie. And I will always remind you.”

And yet, beneath the pressure, beneath the fear, a small, stubborn spark of defiance burned. I moved through the corridors with my head held high, pretending for the guards and the other students that I was calm, obedient, collected. Inside, my wolf was restless, pulsing, and alive. Each step seemed to echo the rhythm of my heart, a constant reminder that I was not powerless, that the bond I shared with Myron and Timothy was not a chain—it was a lifeline.

“I will not let the pack let you fall because the wolves who carved this staff into the stone did not leave it for you to carry alone and I will not let the weight of it break you.” Her arms wrapped around me and her voice was soft when she spoke. “Then stand beside me and stand with me and do not carry the weight that is mine to carry because the wolves who carved this staff into the stone did not leave it for us to carry alone because they left it for us to carry together.”

He leaned in close, and I could see his eyes flashing as he struggled to control himself. "Girl, I want you to know that, once again, we are not done. If you think this is the end you are sadly mistaken. I'm not sure what the hell gave you the impression that I got my fill of you or that I would let you walk away without a fight, but you are dead wrong. You are just lucky I do not have the time to properly punish you right now. So, let me explain it to you this way and I hope the message sinks in this time," he said very quietly as he leaned even further in so his whole face filled my entire vision. "YOU...ARE... MINE," he growled out and I felt each word hitting me like a blow to the gut.

I can't get enough of her. I looked around the room to find Maya so I could share this victory with her and to boast about how cool of a boyfriend she's got. As I walked out of the crowd, a body collides with mine, and I held her tightly. I loved how Maya's curves felt between my hands. "I won, baby!" I slurred, leaning in to get my victory kiss. That was the real victory. The kiss was my prize, and Maya was my trophy. I wanted to show her off to the whole world.

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.