He's Mine Not Yours Cast Novels & Stories

His hand finds the small of my back. And we just stay like that. Not because we’re fine. But because we’re not. Because healing takes time. Because we can’t rush this. “Do you still want the Mine?” I whisper after a moment. He’s quiet for a beat. Then— “It’s mine.” His voice is calm. Not possessive. Not proud. Just certain. “It’s the last piece of me they didn’t take,” he says. “And I’m not handing it over now.” I nod.

He teased, as his eyes meet mine. I chuckled softly at his statement. I would never believe it if someone told me I would fall in love with a boy, again. And definitely would swear to kill myself if that boy was Sebastain. “You let me fuck you? You forget you are mine? You have no say now.” I scoffed. “I'm yours?” “Yes you are mine! Don't fucking forget that.” He was mine and mine alone. Mine to ruin, mine to keep and mine to protect. Sebastain Hale is mine.

“You are mine.” It repeated like a mantra in his brain. Was his stepfather talking about him? Did he still see a future with him? Perhaps this sex was all an act for Heidi to distract her? ‘You are mine.’ “You are mine.” “You are mine.” ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’

‎ ‎Kane: “You are mine, Castelle.” ‎Kane: “Mine.” ‎Kane: “And I will not fucking tolerate anyone insulting what belongs to me.” ‎Kane: “Not even you.” ‎ ‎Her lips tremble. ‎ ‎Castelle: “I didn’t mean—” ‎ ‎His grip tightens just a little. ‎ ‎Kane: “No. You did. You insulted what is mine.” ‎Kane: “That mouth. That body. Every inch of you belongs to me now.”

He let me go and moved a few steps back and ran his hand through his hair. “In fact, I want to skin that asshole alive for even thinking about you!” He roared as he paused and looked at me. “Listen to me and listen good, you are mine. And only I have the fucking right to think about you or even touch. You are mine to corrupt, dirty, and destroy. No one can look at you the way I do.” He declared and held my arms, shaking me.

I took a minute to really look at Hector, when did he get those muscles and when did he get hot I thought to myself before realising I was now visibly dribbling. “MATE.MATE” Jewel howled with happiness at having finally found her fated mate. Suddenly thoughts of being with Axel seems to make my tummy turn, instead it was Hector I wanted. Hector not once taking his eyes off me placed Athena down on the ground before turning to walk towards me. “Hector what are you…” Athena looked just as confused as Megan to what the hell was going on. “I Hector Hall, son of the Beta to the Moonlight Pack hereby reject you Vanessa Anderson daughter to the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack”

he said and smiled at Jeanine who looked like she’ll pass out any minute “Jeanine, this is my sweet mother, Grace Braithwaite” he massaged her palm lightly to let her know that she had nothing to be nervous about. “Nice to meet you ma’am” she curtsied graciously His mother nodded at her absentmindedly, she was probably still upset that he got married without telling anyone but he knew his mother, she’d come around and get over it eventually. “These are my sisters, Layla, named after my grandmother. Those little ones over there are her children, Spencer and Cindy” he pointed to the end of the room where a little boy and girl played with their toys.

She didn't think that her father had matched her. No, the father was more like selling Sherly to Ronald, a man who likes changing partners and also trapped Sherly in bed. "So your name is Ronald?" Hansel actually relaxed when facing his opponent. He already knew a lot about Ronald, but had never met him face to face. "Yes, I'm Ronald Delamonte, I'm here to pick up Sherly," said Ronald triumphantly. "Hansel Rossel, now you better step back and be aware of your position, you are just an outsider and have no interest in this!"

Every argument turned into a battle, a test, a war of wills. One night, he showed up at my house unannounced. My heart raced, half with fear, half with the strange pull I couldn’t deny. “I know what you’re doing,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Trying to make me jealous. Testing me.” I looked him in the eye, my chest tight but my voice steady. “Maybe I am.” His expression darkened. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Don’t forget it.” “I haven’t forgotten,” I said, smiling faintly. “But maybe I’m learning what I deserve.”

When I opened my eyes again, Grandma was sitting beside me, staring anxiously at my face. "Did it work?" she asked the medium. The medium glanced at me again. Mom's tears were dripping onto the floor. "Noah! My dear son!" she cried. "Mom? Grandma? How am I alive? Why are you guys crying?" Mom looked puzzled. "Who are you?" "I'm Noah, Noah Langston," I replied slowly, trying to act like my brother when he was younger. "It worked!" the medium exclaimed. Grandma reacted before anyone else could. Pulling me into a tight embrace, she said, "Noah—you're finally back."