Claiming What's Mine Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

I swallowed nervously as my mum took a seat slowly and I walked towards the door. “This is Elyra Dranen, daughter of Van Dranen, Owner of Dranen's group.” I introduced myself and immediately the words fell out of my mouth, I could already hear him laughing at the other end of the phone. “Oh well. This is about to get interesting but before you continue, I won't make any negotiations. I already told your father what I want and if he can't give me that, I'm not willing to make any other deals with him.” He said in a smug tone and I looked at my mum who gestured with her fingers, inquiring what he was talking about.

"Yuwei, I see you as a good friend of mine. Can you not hurt Xingyue for me? Please, I beg you." "Why can't you love me back, Xi Song? I'm better in all aspects than Xingyue." Lowering my gaze, I stood up. "You're not Xingyue. If you ever love me, Yuwei, commit your crime. Don't hurt innocent between us." Banging on the table, she stood up. "Yes, I made a trap for Xingyue. She doesn't deserve to be your fiancée. She can't have all the happiness."

“You already know when it i-“ “Three days.” Arya interrupts her gaze drawn inwards with some piece of knowledge only she knows. Silence creeps into the room on slippered feet, the weight of my age a burden on its shoulders that slowly slips onto my chest, pressing me into the bed. “Mia’s sister is beautiful,” Arya says while drawing on a knitted sweater and running her fingers through her flaxen blond hair, “she will be married off.” “Mmh,” I mutter audibly, already disentangling myself from the insidious webs of this conversation. The truth was not a novelty to me. Everyone knew of females fates in the town.

I informed her through an eye roll "Now please stop assuming things and just give me back my soju bottle." "But of course she is not your girlfriend. She is too good for the likes of you." The ajumma fired back and retreated back inside, presumably to get Mia her meal. I sighed, dropped the chopsticks back on the table and then crossed my arms over my chest. "Now why the hell would you tell her to take back the soju bottle?" I asked Mia who looked like she couldn't care less about me and my needs. "I can't eat this stuff without soju you know."

And without another thought, sank my teeth into the tender flesh. Pure bliss. Aurora arches her back, gasping out my name in wonder and surprise, her fingers digging into my back as I sank my teeth in deeper until I knew I was branding her. 'Mine!' Reckon growls in my head proudly. I shuddered and I can also feel her shudder in my arms. This wasn't how I'd want us to claim her if I had the chance. But it was now too late. She was mine. And now, she would share my burdens.

That deep he reached. "Say that you are mine," Elizah demanded of her, speeding up. Sabrina clenched her eyes. She appeared to be in pain but her pussy was gushing out sweet juices. "Fucking say it," he stabbed deepinto her, knocking breath out of her lungs. Her eyes flung open and mouth rounded in "o." "I..I am yours," she whimpered, enduring his hard thrusts. Elizah rested his forehead against hers. "Mine," he claimed looking deep into her eyes. He looked deadly.

"Then stop fighting me and start ruling." I jerk away. "I never wanted this!" Something dark flashes in his eyes. He yanks me against him, one hand fisting in my hair, the other clamping around my throat—not choking, just holding. Just showing everyone who I belong to. "Liar," he murmurs. Then his mouth crashes into mine. It's not a kiss. It's a claiming.

Chapter 47 MIA I stood in the kitchen of the house I'd dreamed about for over a year, surrounded by expensive appliances and I felt nothing but hollow frustration because I had it and still I wasn't satisfied. This was supposed to be my victory. My triumph. This took thirteen months or careful and secretive planning and also strategic manipulation to make Bianca seem the bad guy and it worked. Bianca was dead. Matthew was free. I'd literally stolen the life I'd always wanted and envious that she got to have—the house, the husband, the position, everything.

He paused leaning in dangerously closer to her and whispered huskily. “Because YOU ARE MINE.” He claimed his ownership in a possessive tone, making Kiara shudder in her seat. the warmth of his breath was touching the bare asking of her ear and neck, raising goosebumps on her skin. but before Kiara could lose herself in the sensation, he continued, “And thus everything that involves you is my mess, my business. Be it happiness, sorrow, pain, grief, or troubles. Everything having you in it, is mine as well. Am I clear?” His loud voice caught her attention and she opened her eyes, only to find him hovering over her face.

I would make her see that I was the man who could give her everything she needed, everything she deserved. Rising from the bed, I stood still for a moment, staring down at the sheets as if they held all the answers. My hands clenched into fists. Whatever obstacles or consequences came my way, I was ready to face them. I would fight for her. Fight to prove that she belonged with me, that she was always meant to be mine. A determination burned in my chest as I made a silent vow to myself. I will claim her. I will claim what’s mine. No matter the cost.