Bukan Milikku 22 Novels & Stories

“You think I belong to you?” “You agreed to be my Luna.” “That doesn’t mean you own me!” He didn’t move. “You’re not my mate,” I said. “You’re not my husband. You can’t control who I talk to.” He didn’t answer. “You think I want to live like this? Walk on eggshells? Be scared to smile at someone?” He finally looked at me. “I can’t help how I feel.” “Then control yourself!” I shouted. Silence. “This is why I didn’t want love,” I said. “It’s always like this. Pain. Control. Fear.”

Giving her a nod as an assurance to continue I see her have a worried look on her face. "you are his second mate and all of this you know, but since you have been marked twice I'm not sure you would survive claiming him and he won't make it!" she says and I just look at her, I hear her speak and saw her lips moving in front of me but did I hear it right?

"Don't like that name, huh?" I shook my head. "Speak up, sub," Master Kevin demanded. "I am not a little fairy. I am not a vengeful little sprite hell-bent on making the world suffer when she gets pissed," I explained in a small voice. But my voice grew stronger when I stated the last objection. "Also, I am not a tiny little thing!" "Baby, you are a tiny little thing," Master Kevin said with a delicious smile. "That's the way we like it. You're small enough to fit perfectly between us."

"It's not mine, it's Mr. Dhava. It belongs to Mr. Dhava…” Click—as soon as Kasep finished speaking, the door to the back room opened. Hana and Mang Kasep simultaneously looked in that direction. Moreover, Hana, after all, just cursed her own stupidity. How could he think this coffee was ordinary coffee that had been provided by Mang Kasep?

Cliff answered stiffly. The only problem between the mansions and I, Cliff. It wasn’t until long I realized that it was Cliff who owned those properties. He had been a complete pain in the ass. He wasn’t budging. No matter how much I offered him, he still wouldn’t agree. For once, I just wanted to punch him till he signed those papers but I couldn’t. He was a long-time accomplice and I would tamper my reputation. Fisting my hands and clenching my jaw, so I don’t kill this fucker right here and right now, I turned away, only to find Eric whispering something in a blonde’s ear. He just couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.

“Those belong to me.” Something sharp snapped inside me. Maybe it was madness. Maybe it was defiance. My lips curled into a smirk I didn’t recognize as my own. “No.” The word trembled but did not break. “They belong to me. This is my body. You don’t own it. You’ll never own it.”

His scorn could shatter me into a million jagged pieces. I grind my teeth in aggravation. I haven't been in his company for more than two minutes, and already my buzz has disappeared. I have no idea why he calls me "princess." I may be Enzo Valentini's youngest daughter, but I'm no pampered mafia princess by any stretch of the imagination. I don't live at the compound. I hold a job. And I don't take money from my parents. I suspect that he does it to piss me off, which makes no sense.

I glanced at her. "Thank you, but how is it possible for him to have an apartment in one of my buildings without me knowing?" I raised an eyebrow. She hesitated, biting her lips. "He must have used a different name. Most of his houses were understand different names so it was hard locating all of them." "If these are all his houses then he must not be the owner of the underground. Get me the owner of the underground club," I told her. "It could be under your mother's name," she said. I shook my head. There's something I was missing.

Not violent, but not soft either. “I don’t know,” Andrei said, voice low. His eyes searching Zane's as though they would give him answers to his questions. “But it’s mine. You're mine.” Zane didn’t pull away, not this time. He stood there frozen, his breathing shallow and his throat tight. His body didn’t know whether to lean forward or flinch away. “And if I’m not yours to have?” he asked, a dare tucked beneath the question. He understood the risk the question posed, but he asked anyway.

Gavin's expression hesitated for a moment. "It must be a misunderstanding, Jane isn't that kind of person." "My cat was given away by her! She's a cold-blooded, irresponsible person!"