Be Mine Always Novels & Stories

i hold on tight so it never happens again. He’s mine, and I’m not letting go. If am called desperate then desperate I am!

Some lines were never meant to be crossed. Aria knew that. She had repeated it to herself more times than she could count. Like a rule. Like a warning. Like something that would keep her grounded when everything else started to slip. But rules only worked… When you still believed in them. --- The Choice The message was still there. Burned into her screen. Burned into her mind. “You know where to find me.” And the worst part was— He was right. ---

’ ‘Even if I am going to be on the verge of life and death, I will always find you. I will always find you. I will always find you.

This pack is my only source of joy and happiness. It seem I'm cursed to always spoil everywhere single opportunities that comes my way. I hope I don't get expel by the Alpha.

"And you will be mine, Micah McKaine." "I already am yours," he whispers against the skin along my neck. "I always have been."

"You are mine, and you shall always be mine." A shiver racks through Amelia's body as Alex nips at her skin, eyes hooded and gaze fixed on his woman. A steady chant of mine, mine, mine calls out to her. Amelia doesn't even know if Alex is saying the words out loud. He's too focused on the heady feeling invading her mind, possessive and claiming and as dark as Alex himself. His, his, his. "You and I are one forever."

Only mine. And just the same way, I am his. Forever. till my last breath. Even I will breathe for him, just to stay with him. I know he has gotten me crazy for him. Vote and comment :))

"I can't bear to see you in pain and misery, Raysham, so please do not ask me" "Sayya I am in so much misery right now, I feel helpless and useless. I have failed you in every way there is, I have failed as a friend, as someone who's supposed to look after you, I have failed as your husband". He said. "So don't talk to me about pain and misery".

“Only yours. Always yours.” They stay inside me a little longer — just holding me, just owning me, just breathing with me. And deep in my wrecked, aching body, I know I will never want anything else. I am theirs. Completely and forever.

Kind. I can't see him making derogatory commentary about my body in front of others or grabbing me inappropriately. Funny enough, it's because of his insane possessiveness. It seems "You're mine" really means "You're mine in public/ I don't like other men looking at you/ I will only subtly claim you in front of others because no one is allowed to actually see what I do to you." It also seems to mean "The minute we're alone, all bets are off." But then again, how well do I really know him? It should be obvious but it feels like I've known him far longer than I actually have. The thoughts that have been haranguing my brain suddenly come spinning back to my frontal lobe.