All That Is Mine I Carry With Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

You hold my life, you hold my soul, you hold me with my everything in me. All Hearts !!

Carried in the person. Planted somewhere new. From seed. Still. Rising. Always.

"The object is inside her. It is not something she can hand over. It is something she carries. Something she does not even know she carries." I did not understand what he was saying, but I did not let him see that. "Elena is mine," I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. "I bought her. I claimed her. She belongs to me. And I do not sell what is mine. Not for any price. Not to anyone." "You are making a mistake." "I have made many mistakes in my life. This will not be one of them." Malachai stood up slowly. He was not a tall man, but the way he carried himself made him seem larger than he was. He looked down at me with those empty black eyes and I felt something cold run down my spine.

William shouted back. "I know my sins, and I also acknowledge my punishment. I only came here to get my things. I swear that I will never step foot on the secret ground of the sanctuary nor identify myself as a member of the pack. From today onward, I am a lone wolf." His last sentence hurt his heart when he spoke those words. For many centuries the Alkas alpha had led the pack to greatness. He could not believe he was the one that brought that rite of passage to an end.

Aaron said as he gets closer to Amanda who could feel his breath on her face due to how close he was. “I don’t understand what you are saying boss” she said still bending her head down. “It will be so annoying if I keep reminding you this..” Aaron lift Amanda chin up making her to close her eyes. “I won’t remind you next time kitty that…. “Am yours… yes I know.” Amanda angrily release her head from Aaron hand as she hates it when he said the words “ you are mine”. She wanted to sneak away from his cage but he hit is hands on the wall beside her making Amanda to close her eyes in fear..

asked ken “no, I just stayed in my room. Mommy will sometimes visit me but not always. Sister mina can I have my teddy?”said eiji as he asked mina to give his teddy at the same time. That is the only stuff toy that he likes the most, it was given to him by all the maid who combines some of their money to give one gift to eiji.

It hums faintly, as if it remembers sound. There’s a card tucked beneath the carriage. One line only, printed on thick stock: For my writer. No signature. I stand there for a long time, card in one hand, the other resting lightly on the smooth edge of the keys. The word my hits somewhere behind my ribs and lingers there, neither threat nor comfort—just ownership dressed as admiration. It’s beautiful, objectively. Antique stores would list it for more than I could afford; collectors would fight for one in this condition. Whoever sent it knows exactly what beauty does when it’s aimed at you: it disarms before it explains itself.

This may be the end of He Was Never Mine, but it’s only the beginning of my writing journey. I truly hope you’ll continue walking that journey with me. Until our next story… With all my love, Precious Rose ❤️

Something possessive and violent. Mine.

In this child, whose life I’ve tried to save in exchange for mine, will my shadow linger in the depths of his eyes? I once thought that I had a million things to say, but now that I’m putting pen to paper, I’m at a loss for words. It was I who slowly dragged you, pure as you are, into the depths of hell. Yet now, I’m vainly deluding myself with hopes that a few isolated phrases of mine could, perhaps, move you. It’s funny, isn’t it?