Contemporary Novels & Stories

- You're mine- he looks me straight in the eyes as if behind that sentence there was a promise. -I'm not yours, I'm not an object so I'm not a property that you can claim as yours- I fold my arms. He smiles and then approaches his prey like a predator. I can feel the tension in the room, but that's where it's going to stay. -I don't know if you remember- he smiles, plotting something - but next week is the beginning of the mating season for the females- he whispers. My eyes widen as I watch him smile triumphantly, I deny.