Dear X You Don't Own Me Lyrics Novels & Stories

I dug deep, reaching for the core of myself, the unyielding part that refused to be broken. The pain intensified, clawing at my chest like fire, but I didn’t let it consume me. “You don’t own me,” I growled through gritted teeth, my voice rising with each word. “My heart is mine. My strength is mine. And I will never let you take it.”

“Claim me, make me yours. Do anything you want with my body. I would risk my own life just to call you mine. And for you to call me yours. Take my life away.“ He grabbed my hands and caressed his cheeks using it. He closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of it. “Own me. Own me, Crimson.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

“You don’t own me, Richard. Neither of you do.” And with that, I ran.

I owed this man my life, so I would help him in any way I could, to repay him for the cost of life I had caused him. “I am sorry Nathan, I know there is nothing I can do to bring back who you lost, but I will repay you for saving me in any way I can, even if that means paying with my life.” He looked at me, then laughed. “There is nothing you could ever do for me that would bring back what I have lost. Now stop talking to me.” He said with disdain traced throughout his voice. I couldn’t say anything. Why the hell was he so rude to me? I wasn’t the one that saved me? It wasn’t my fault Charles killed his men? I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but a tear fall from my eye. I curled up into a ba

'Cos we were just kids when we fell in love, Not knowing what it was, I will not give you up, this time ⌚⏰⌛. But darling just kiss me slow💋, Your heart is all I own💗, And in your eyes you're holding mine👼. Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, With you between my arms, Barefoot on the grass👣👣👣, Listening to our favourite song🎶🎵🎼📼🎻🎹🎷🎺🎸. When you said you look so mess.

Track after track, like a junkie’s —and burns, too. I suck in a breath. What is he showing me? I brush my fingers over the marks and he jerks away like I scalded him. “Are you telling me you were the source of the cells? And it was unwilling?” His jaw flexes, mouth forms a grim line. “I’m saying you have no clue what’s going on back there.” Irritation spikes. “Well, why don’t you explain it to me, then?” I snap. His gaze slides from the road to me, assessing and cool.

A tremor ran through her, a flicker of something beneath the layers of her distress. "No one else will ever have you," I murmured, my voice low and possessive. "I own you. Even if I ever let you go, I’ll still own you. You are mine and mine alone." Her eyes squeezed shut, a silent battle waged behind her lids. I saw the fight to maintain her composure, the sheer force of her will holding back the tears. The rustle of the sheets announced my departure from the bed as I walked into the bathroom.

“Don’t you ever forget that I own you, Harper.” “No, you don’t,” I answer, fighting back the wetness forming in my eyes. “You belong to me,” he continues, keeping his narrowed eyes locked onto mine. “Everything in your world belongs to me.”

Because if I did, it would remind me of how, in our past lives and even recently, she had fixed me with that same gaze and told me that I was the most deserving of death in this world. Yet now, she wanted me to look at her and to hear her say that she had always loved me? How laughable. But in the end, I did as she wished and locked eyes with her. "Matilda, say something, please. I was truly wrong…" She began to sob. "I really don't know what I should do now." I slowly raised a finger and traced a zig-zag sewing motion from one corner of my lips to another. "Mom, remember this? Consider it as me returning the life you gave me, okay? I saved myself this time, so it belongs to me now. I won't

“Every part of you belongs to me, ptichka. Your body. Your mind. Your soul. And there’s nothing you can do to change that.” I shook my head, tears blurring my vision as I tried to fight the sobs rising in my throat. “You don’t own me,” I managed to choke out, though my voice was weak, barely a whisper. He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing the side of my neck, sending unwanted chills through me. “I already do.”