Bukan Milikku 22 Novels & Stories

From a certain point of view, my story was true. We ate at a nice restaurant, where I had a double shot of espresso as part of my dessert. The caffeine jolted me awake since I was enjoying my time with Damen. “I’m going to VIPs for some drinks and music,” Damen says. “Want to join?” “I would love to! But, I’m not dressed for the club.” “Already handled,” Damen says with a grin. “I own a boutique a few blocks from here and am open until you’re ready.”

I needed to make this right or atleast make her understand. "I have a lot to tell you but I think we should wait until your eighteenth birthday," I said, she looked at me confused, "why?" She asked, "just trust me, I'll abstain too." She scoffed and sat up further now, reaching for her clothes. "How can you when our mother is paying a whore to live in your college and seduce you!?" She wouldn't meet my eyes but it sounded awfully a lot like she was jealous. Could she be feeling the mate bond?

I didn't sleep with him. June threw up her hands. "Well, then I don't understand! Whores are perhaps women who are promiscuous and spread their legs in front of everyone. And it's not you! After all, you've slept with two guys in your twenty-three years! Who else can say that at this age?" “Jesus Christ, June! Don't you want to scream a little more? That guy over there by the toilets didn't hear you," I hissed at her emphatically, trying to at least kill her with my eyes, if not really.

I said quietly, the word like a shard of glass in the freezing air. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "What did you say?" I lifted my chin. "I'm not yours to command anymore, Father. You can beat me, you can lock me up... but you can't own me." He laughed then — a short, humorless bark of sound. "You think you've won something? You think you have any power here? You are back where you belong. And you will do exactly what I say, or you'll wish you'd stayed buried in America."

“You want to come in?” Cale nodded and I cursed internally. Why? What was I being punished for? I sat down on the couch next to Joey, leaving the single seater open for Cale. Joey went into the kitchen to get Cale something to drink. “What are you doing here? I told you not to leave,” Cale hissed at me. “You don’t own me,” I replied, “And I’m visiting my best friend.” “Do you ever listen to anybody?” “Yes, people who don’t reject me,” I smiled a sugary sweet smile at him. His face got angrier than it was, something I didn’t even know was physically possible. Before he could say anything though, Joey walked back in.