Bukan Milikku 22 Novels & Stories

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.”

Alice searched through the kitchen cupboards after she opened the sugar pot and found it empty. "Here." Mike pulled out the drawer beneath the knife and fork one. It was full of those little sugar packets they gave out in fast food places and coffee shops. "We haven't bought sugar since mum left." Alice frowned and chuckled to herself as she began to rip open the packages and refill the pot. "I think they should be here soon," Jamie said, panic in his voice. "Why aren't they here 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

"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.

-Beta, you come with us- *** Natacha hung up the phone after hearing his neighbor's speech about the disaster of his company and the bankruptcy that awaited him. He had had the audacity to ask her for the money he had paid for Aidan when he was little, but where would she get it. She had spent it long ago, so she had ignored most of the conversation. She was so upset now that she grabbed the vase and threw it against the mirror. The sound of breaking glass filled the room followed by a scream.

--------------- Mingyu’s POV "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know whoever owned this! I don't know!" "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know whoever owned this! I don't know!" "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know whoever owned this! I don't know!" "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know whoever owned this! I don't know!" "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know whoever owned this! I don't know!"

Her blue eyes shone with hate. "You will pay Noah Williams.. that's a promise." She finishes and left taking along my heart i never knew from these day belongs to her now. What have I done.

The first time I came here, I was so focused on Lucas that I didn't even take time to look at his house, and it was a fucking penthouse. “Good morning, Miss Mia.” Emily smiled at me warmly from the kitchen. “M…Morning.” I cleared my throat. “I… I need to go out for a while.” “Okay.” She dropped the cloth she was holding and walked closer. “Mr. Black isn’t here, should I call him?” “No.” It came out faster than I intended. “Please don’t. I need to see my friends, I’ll be back.”

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]