Be Mine Always Novels & Stories

He was mine, and I was his. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

The me-who-wasn’t-me went very still. “Keeping you mine is the key,” James continued, and the certainty in it was absolute, the kind that had been built over so long it had become structural, part of the foundation rather than a choice made fresh each day. “In every lifetime. In every world. In every multiverse.” He stepped forward, and the me-who-wasn’t-me stepped back, but there was a wall behind me and nowhere further to go. “You will always be mine, Teddy. Always.” “No—”

She looked at all of her things, and she remembered them one by one. Lucas visited often, She started to say mate but then held back, confused she knew she loved him but it was different, a deeper love, he was part of her core, of who she is, she held him for a long time, then said 'Mine' he smiled and said, "Always and forever!"

YOU ARE MINE, AND I AM YOURS, FOREVER. I’VE SENT YOU FLOWERS AND THAT NECKLACE NOT AS APOLOGIES, BUT AS A PROMISE. A PROMISE THAT I WILL FIGHT FOR US, NO MATTER THE COST. I WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE YOU, AND I WILL ALWAYS COME BACK TO YOU. PLEASE DON’T DOUBT MY LOVE FOR YOU; IT’S CONSTANT AND UNWAVERING, EVEN WHEN THE WORLD TRIES TO PULL US APART. I’M HERE, AND I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE. LET’S NOT END THIS. YOU ARE MY LIFE, SHIMMA.

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Let the pendant settle against my collarbone. My fingers traced it slowly. The worn chain. The simple pendant. Eleven years old and still the only thing I'd ever owned that felt like mine. "What's so special about that necklace." I looked up in the mirror. Damien stood in the doorway behind me. His eyes were on the necklace at my throat. Something in his expression I couldn't read — still and focused and more intense than the question warranted. I didn't answer him. He moved. One second he was in the doorway.

he spits out. Alhaji Ringim shakes his head in pity " money is everything, without money you won't live, without money I wouldn't be who I'm today. We all need money to survive, money is everything " " and I'm quite sure if your mother was still alive, I know she would agree with me on this. Why not make her happy and come work for me "

I never want to be the one to tell mom where I work. A whole lot of things went through my mind as I drove down to Jake's restaurant called King's diner. What if mom finds out about my place of work, what is she going to say, what is she going to do. I just let all those thoughts rest at the back of my mind, I will deal with the situation when it comes up. I walked down to the counter, which is where my work post will be, as I am the cashier. I saw Jake walking out from the kitchen area to the dinning area, I walked up to him, greeted him with all the strength in me, maybe because I was nervous or maybe he was looking too handsome to be real. I was blabbing and called him boss, Jake looked a

"Fuck off. I know what you’re thinking I'm not staying behind." "Babe, the plan is good but I need someone that can be trusted once things turn to worst." He stated. "Worst case scenario. I'm never someone that is left as a backup plan." I said and straddle him. "I AM ALWAYS IN FRONT OF THE ACTION. I AM NEVER A SUBSTITUTE A SECOND CHOICE AND DEFINITELY NOT MEANT TO BE A BACK UP." I stated while emphasizing each word. "Get it?" "Yes, I understand. Babe, I wasn't implying on anything. I swear." He replied.