Novel & Cerita Bukan Milikku 22

He was going to be my happy ever after, that's why Blake moving in so fast didn't seem too fast. We got back to Blake's mothers house, we were sitting at the dining table while Grannie had a nap, she was 93 years old and tired quickly Bronwyn explained. At the dining table, Bronwyn mentioned an ex-girlfriend of Blake's named Lila, she was saying how much she she loved Lila. "She was your ideal girl Blake, I miss her, have you heard from her?" Asked Bronwyn. Blake looked at me and said to his mum "I heard she is still going through chemotherapy, she asked me to send her some money", Bronwyn looked as if she was going to cry. I remained quiet it sounded like they were all very close and I didn

" Because I'm not pregnant for the second time." What the fuck did she just say?.

What's your name? "Mia," Lorenzo answered on behalf of Mia as she clung to him. She was eyeing me with open hostility. "She's the one I want to adopt." I nodded. "She's beautiful. From now on, I'll be her mother." The moment the words left my mouth, Lorenzo's expression stiffened. But before he could say anything, Mia suddenly burst into tears. "I have my own mommy! I don't want you to be mine! Daddy, I want my mommy!"

********************* ************************* "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know who owned this! I don't know!" "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know who owned this! I don't know!" "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know who owned this! I don't know!" "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know who owned this! I don't know!" "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know who owned this! I don't know!"

Her expression darkened, and she was about to rush over when I stopped her with a look. I bent down and picked up the dusty coin from the ground. Holding it between my fingers, I met the woman's provocative stare. "You're right. I've never seen anything like this. Especially a car owner who can only spare 10 cents for a car wash. I've truly… learned something new today."

She walked towards me, and I averted my eyes from her. "What are you freak doing here in the meeting of wolves?" she said with an arrogant face, and I rolled my eyes at her. "I have every right to be here. I will get my wolf spirit on my 18th birthday," I said in a confident tone, even though I had no chance of getting my wolf spirit. She gazed at my bag, and I followed her gaze, finding out that she was looking at the necklace in my bag. I tried to hide it, but before I could do it, Bianca snatched it.

Two years of choosing each other, of building something solid, of becoming who they were supposed to be. She thought about the woman she'd been two years ago. Scared, uncertain, still carrying the weight of the past. She thought about the woman she was now. Stronger. Safer. Whole. Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She picked it up. Unknown number. Nice anniversary. Very sweet. But sweetness doesn't last. Tomorrow. 2 PM. The warehouse. Bring the recordings. Come alone. Or the next two years won't be something to celebrate. They'll be something to survive.

She was mine. My property.

She belongs to me, the Lord Marquese. {THANKS FOR READING!}

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.”