Bukan Milikku 22 Novels & Stories

hurt what's mine. Not even me.

"I will be your woman, subject to all your power ... and in return, you must help me." Enrico caught Naomi's finger moving sensually against the shirt-lined chest, "what kind of help?" he asked then pulled her index finger into his mouth and sucked it slowly. "I need your support to take over the ownership of shares in Lee Jong In's company. I want to throw them back on the streets because that's where they should belong. All the wealth they have enjoyed so far belongs to my mother, who for the rest of her life has always cried in agony."

He turned back to the mirror, pressing his palms flat against the cool surface, leaning in close enough to fog the glass with his breath. There was something wrong with his eyes. They looked too wide, too dark, like they'd seen something they couldn't unsee. Marcus stepped back. His gaze dropped to the nightstand. A glass of water sat beside a folded towel, and beneath that, the corner of something leather peeked out from under the fabric. His wallet. Relief punched through him, immediate and visceral. He grabbed it, flipped it open. His driver's license stared back: Marcus Webb, 28, San Francisco address. Credit cards still tucked into their slots. Sixty dollars in cash, and a photograph.

“ That was the first lesson Uncle Jullian gave me. Every penny is gold so you should spend it like gold. And I learn about food from Dad Mave.” “ He is a true businessman.” “ You know a lot about me. But what about you? I am curious. Tell me or I might die from suspense.” He grabbed his bag and move toward the elevator to take his cycle. “ The day I turned eighteen, I left my father’s home. So this is where I live.” “ He gave you this place?” “ No. It’s my mother’s. Nobody knew about this until one day I got the old letter. Technically it’s mine now.”

"I'm not sure." "I don't want to be your boyfriend. I don't want to win your affections and frolic in the flowers with you. Whether or not you love me or even like me is irrelevant." Riley sighed and turned to face her. "I simply want to own you." "Own me?" Alice wasn't sure what he meant. "Yes. Do you understand?" Her hair tickled her knees as she nodded slowly, despite having zero clue as to what he meant. "And do you agree to it?" he asked. His strange eyes fixated on hers, boring into her soul and all she could focus on were the little flecks of gold.

Not home. Not yet.

“ I……never take nor keep things that don’t belong to me . “ said Ayla with a smirk . She smirked after reminding herself that he wasn’t hers so she was able to become immune of his charm , although not totally . “ What if it’s something expensive and beneficial for you ? “ asked Aron with a teasing smirk . “ What’s the use of something expensive when it’s not bearded by me with my own efforts ? “ said Ayla with a smirk then looked at him again . “ My life , my rules . “ said Ayla . “ It looks like for once we agree on something , Ayla . “ said Aron with a smirk , getting away from her and sitting at the couch in front of her . “ So , what is wrong with this document ? “ asked Aron . Ayla sat

I told her, calmly, about my mother trying to sell me off, and how I'd cut her loose. When I finished, Sarah looked at me for a long time. She started to say something, stopped, sighed, and picked up her phone. "Actually… Ben has a condo in the luxury district. It's been sitting empty. He was going to rent it out. You can use it." "Don't worry, the security there is excellent. Card access for every door, twenty-four-hour surveillance." She hesitated, then added: "I don't know if you'll like it." She showed me the photos on her phone.

“Everything okay? You look… really worried.” Katty let out a shaky breath, trying to compose herself, but the stress was too much to hide. She shook her head, running a hand through her short, dark hair. “It’s Aki. She’s not here. And she’s not picking up her phone.” Nate’s eyes widened slightly at that, and he stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him. “Wait, Aki’s not here? What do you mean? She was supposed to be here hours ago, right?”

"Let's not fight, okay? There'll be more parties. What we have is what really matters, right? "The day after tomorrow is our seven-year anniversary. I've got a surprise you'll never forget." I faked a smile. "Cool. I've got something for you too." Aurelia, we didn't even make it to year seven. You're on your own now. Here's what you always wanted—freedom.