Claiming What's Mine Chinese Drama Mga Nobela at Kwento

Showing off the bruises I left on his neck, making my mouth water at the thought that they probably need a retouch, to, you know, make sure, no fading away will take place any time soon. Something expands deep in my chest at the thought of it, at the firm reassurance that he’s mine. He fucking belongs to me and no amount of grouchy aunts or deadly enemies will take him away from me. I’ve laid my stake on him and it’s a done deal now. I don’t know how long we stay like this, our gazes locked on each other, the need to get closer battling with the realization that we can’t, not really, getting too damn overwhelming too quickly.

V: "Miss Shanaya, did no one tell you that no one should touch other's thing" S: "Ohh, really!!! How is it yours when I touched it first?" Slightly brushing his lips to her right ear, making her shocked, and, pretending like it was unintentional, he spoke with Authority "Miss Shanaya, you might not know me, that's why I am telling you for the first and last time. Whatever I see became mine and, I don't like sharing what's mine." Dismayed by his gestures, Shana tried to calm herself by enlightening herself he was doing all that to distract her, to make her defenceless.

“I’m going to start a scandal so big you won’t be able to go anywhere without me. Satisfied?” “What the hell do you actually want from me?” I hissed. “I told you. I want to show you off.” My brows knit together. “Show me off? Show what off?” “That you’re mine. That you’re my wife. I want everyone to know. I want you, Yongju. That’s it. Is that so wrong?” “Show me off as your wife? For what — your toy? Your maid?” “Lee Yongju.” His voice drops like a warning.

"You're mine. This is my pack. She doesn't get a say in my Pair. You're mine. I'm not going to let anyone take you away from me." My cock twitched as she verbally Claimed me. I released a low growl and rolled to face her. She moved closer to me, turning on her side and placing a hand on my chest. The heat that spread out from under her hand was like fire, but instead of pulling back from the source of heat, I pulled her closer.

she asked him uncertainly. “Baby, of course, I’ll hold your hand. You're everything to me, Mine. Always remember that.” Myla took in a breath as she felt her eyes sting with tears. It has been a long since he called her 'Mine'. Maybe this would get better from now on.

She had claimed him while they made love, just as he had claimed her. Everything about her fascinated him, called to him and told him she belonged to him completely. Her declaration had led him to believe that she felt the same way. When a Were claimed someone with the word 'mine' it meant they were claiming their mate. He knew she was his, had probably known from the very first day when she'd fallen from the tree and his heart had almost stopped. He just hadn't been willing to admit it to himself.

“You brought a stranger home?” “I didn’t bring her anywhere. She brought herself.” “Well, that’s ominous.” Leona tilted her head. “What do I call this file? ‘Femme Fatale’?” “Call it what you want,” he said, sliding behind his desk. “Just find her.” Leona watched him for a moment. “This about your father’s charity deal? Because if you’re spiraling again—” “She stole from me.” That made her pause. Leona’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

He leaned down and whispered in her ear with his deep, alluring voice, "Even if you want, you can't fall for anyone else. Because…” He paused, sending shivers down her spine. His breath was warm against her skin as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, then he said, “I claim you, Mate.” —

He drew his hunting dirk with a slow, deliberate movement, holding it flat across his palms before laying it gently upon the dust-covered arbitration stone at the center of the floor. "I release the claim my house has held against Wrenna for three centuries," he said, his voice cracking on the lineage title before settling into a clear, ringing register that carried to every shadowed archway. "Whatever blessing or curse either of us imagined, I choose to believe neither was ever real." Uisdean followed, voice cracking.

"I care that he had his hands all over what's mine and that too, in front of everyone as if he’s insulting me." What's mine. The words hung in the air between us, heavy and loaded with meaning. A declaration. A claim. Something inside me rebelled against it, even as another part—a part I didn't want to acknowledge—thrilled at the possessiveness in his tone. "I'm not yours," I said, each word precise and deliberate. "I don't belong to anyone." A dangerous smile curved his lips, one that didn't reach his eyes. "We both know that's not true, cara mia. You became mine the moment you agreed to this arrangement—the moment you stepped inside my mansion."