Forever To Be Mine Novels & Stories

I won't let you use me anymore. -Elenor, you're the love of my life, and I won't give up on you! Tears stream down my cheeks. When did I become so weak!? Why do I melt at the words thrown in the wind by a stranger!? -Well, if you love me as you say, don't get close to me anymore! -You can't ask me that, he says through clenched teeth. -That's what I want. -Until your memory comes back, I won't stay a second away from you. Got it?

Jarrod studied the knife in hand, and then gently rubbed her throat. “You know that I will always love you,” he whispered, and then brought the knife to her throat. “I will come after you, I promise. We'll be together again, happy forever.”

"Don't touch me." "Why not? You're my wife. We just got married." "You bought me." "Yes, I bought you, and you lied to me. So you're not going anywhere. You're mine, and even if it's only to avenge your betrayal, you're staying by my side." Nicolas stormed out of the room, heading for the hotel bar, while Mia lay sprawled on the bed, tears staining her cheeks. She felt like the lowest being in existence, yearning to be in Esteban's arms. She wished to turn back time, to choose misery over a life beside a man who now disgusted her. She grappled with being nothing more than a possession to be sold and bought, her emotions disregarded.

I gave him one last glance before doing what I should have done weeks ago. I whispered into Max's ear: “Take away the pain, Max. Please, I'm begging you. I can't bear it any longer. Please, if you still want me, let me return to your side once more. I love you, Max, and always have." "Are you certain, baby? There is no turning back this time. I've always loved you, Ana, and always will, but I must be confident that this is what you want.” I knew exactly what Max meant. When two people mates, it's for life.

"This is about what I want, and what I want is you. Maybe at the beginning, I was blind to realize how badly I wanted you in my life. But Carm, I don't want to spend the rest of my life without you in it!" "Liam, I…" "Be mine again." Pausing for a second, Carmen bit her bottom lip and then said, "I have always been yours, Liam. But are you mine?" "I am. From this moment onward, I'm yours, Carmen." Liam uttered, staring into her teary eyes. Then he put his hand around her waist, held her tighter as his body pressed against hers, claimed her lip, kissing her deeply with a sense of relief coursing through him.

"With this kiss, I bind you to my heart and no one- nothing will ever break this cable of love, not even death." "You are raving crazy!" "Speak no more, love."

she moans loudly. “ You are mine forever, Scarlet.” I thrust deeper when I go down slowly, as I give her another deep kiss.

Aria pov "You're mine now, Aria," he murmured, his warm breath ghosting against my ear, sending a thrilling shiver down my spine. The intimacy in his words curled around me like a snake, constricting, stifling. "Forever and always." I instinctively recoiled, a wave of revulsion crashing over me like icy water. Each resonant syllable echoed in my mind with an unsettling finality, turning the promise 'forever and always' into a grim proclamation, conjuring agonizing visions of endless torment that I could hardly bear to envision.

It was hard not to jerk within her and reach the edge with that feeling around my cock. But somehow, I managed to slam right back in, hitting the spot that drove Haylee insane. One of her hands settled on my shoulder, her fingers digging into my skin, while her other hand over her mouth muffled her screams. She was so hot. She was mine. “You are mine forever,” I groaned, vowing that nothing would come between us—not challenges, not even death. Even though Haylee didn’t know that, she responded breathlessly, trembling in my arms, “I am yours, forever. You are mine, forever.”

He slid the ring onto my finger. Perfect. As though it had always belonged there. His voice dropped lower. Softer. More intimate than I had ever heard it before. "You are mine now," he murmured. "Forever and always, so long as you'll have me." The possessiveness in the statement should have frightened me. Instead, wrapped inside those final words was something infinitely more vulnerable. Not ownership. Permission. Choice. So long as you'll have me. The most powerful man in Nevada stood before me beneath the temple he had built in my image, offering me forever as though it were the simplest thing in the world.