He's Mine Not Yours Cast Novels & Stories

Ace replies, “I can feel your excitement from here” His statement makes me laugh a little, he is hilarious. “Well” I turn my head towards silver and the smirk dies away a little. “You should stop loving Imogen, silver. She belongs to me now and I don’t think I will be happy with the fact that one of my minion has an eye for my mate, even my demon will be angry about it” His forehead creases into a slight frown and he gulps, I know exactly what he is feeling. I know exactly what is going on in his head.

"There were twenty women in that cathedral, but the second you walked down the aisle in that veil, I didn't see anyone else. Everyone in that room wanted to tear that white dress right off your shoulders." My skin burned everywhere his fingers touched me. My pulse was going completely crazy against his thumb. "Not knowing you already belonged to me," he added softly. He let go of my jaw and took one step back, dropping onto the edge of the massive mattress. He spread his knees, resting his hands flat on his thighs, looking down at me like a judge sitting over a courtroom. And then, his voice turned completely cold. "From now on, Elena Jones... you are mine to use... mine to command... mine t

This guy can't be serious at all. "No!" I said firmly and slapped his shoulder. Not hard, just to show the dissatisfaction. "You won't regret this. I will make you the happiest wife in this universe and this knot will work like magic that makes you can't leave me even for a second." Overloaded confidence I must say. "Uh, say who," I mocked at him. Dominic POV I followed her from the back to the dining hall. Our parents are busy chitchatting while we spent our little time at the poolside in some lovely mood.

“Or was this fair a one-time thing? Like a ‘just get it out of your system’ sort of deal?” He lifted his head. She kept her eyes down, but he’d listened the slight tremble in her voice. Taking her confront between his palms, he constrained her to see at him. “No, Bronaugh. Dinna indeed think that! I was no’ lying tae ye prior. Yer MINE, girl. And I will no’ be giving ye up. Not ever.” “But what around my dull side?”

Is she in love with him? "She is your mate?" He finally said. He was shocked. It was understandable. I'm sure that was not what he expected when he came tonight. I didn't even want to think why he was at her door by this time of the night. "Yes Nathan, she's mine so I suggest you take a step back." She looked at me angrily. "I don't feel anything for you, Your Majesty. Is it right for you to try and break us apart?" My mate asked. Her voice was as clear as day. It was calm. I wanted her to keep talking just so I could listen to the voice.

“You think this is a game?” “Aren’t you the one playing pretend?” I asked. “The man who lost his memory... except somehow remembers exactly how to make me unravel?” “So this is revenge?” he said. “Letting some billionaire fawn all over you to get back at me?” “You’re unbelievable.” “You’re mine.” “I am not.” “You. Are. Mine.” “I. Am. Not.” His chest rose and fell rapidly. “I haven’t said it. I know. I haven’t handled this right. But that doesn’t change the fact.”

He asked and I paused and looked at him. "You're Mine right?!" "What are you talking about?!" I asked and he stood up and walked to me. He cupped my cheeks in his hands and raised my head slowly to look at me. "You're mine right?!" "You implied it so many times" he said and I swallowed hard. "Dwayne," I whispered, at a loss of what to say . "You don't have to say anything Mabel , because you're Mine " he said and I nodded. "Mine alone, " he added.

"I would love to explain that, but explaining will be a long talk and it might be unreasonable to you" "Say something reasonable then" I said sitting up. "I am yours and you are mine" he said and went silent, what does that mean how is he mine,"what do you mean Dylan" I asked confused. "One question Duchess and you should rest now" he said playfully but he is right I want to sleep "good night Dylan" I said sleepily. "Good night Duchess" he said sweetly. The call ended., The words kept echoing in my head "I am yours and you are mine" is he really mine, does he mean his face or heart or his body is mine , I smiled at that.

Then he raised his chin, looked directly at the cameras, knowing that it was broadcasting the news live, and boldly said, "It's actually mine because I tampered with the DNA test we took to find out who Ethan's biological father is." Afterward, he looked down at his ring finger, shut his eyes for a second, and deeply inhaled. Then he opened his eyes and said, "Carmen and I are getting a divorce." A loud commotion arose, and at that moment, his phone buzzed. When he looked at it, he frowned at his father's name blinking on the screen. Then he canceled the call and texted, "If you still want to call me 'son,' don't cross me by tampering with the news or making any contradicting statement."

Dark eyes burned, jaw taut with strain. “This cunt is mine,” he said, each word a punch of air. “This tight, fucking, perfect cunt. It drips for me. It squelches for me. It comes for me. Say it.” “It’s yours,” I panted, the admission ripped from my soul. “It’s all yours, Dante. Only yours.” “Damn right.”