He's Mine Not Yours Novels & Stories

My question was loaded with my anxiety and skepticism threading through the hope I desperately wanted to cling to. "Because you're mine, Jo. And as long as you are, I'll stand by you. No one else will lay a finger on you," he declared. His claim of ownership, "You're mine," sparked numerous emotions within me. I grappled with the concept of belonging to someone, especially to him, and my fiercely independent spirit recoiled at the thought. "I might have jumped ahead without asking... but I'm your master, right? You're with me," he stated, framing it as the most natural outcome. His sheepish smile, an attempt to soften the declaration, somehow made the idea less daunting.

He turned to hug me, his arms were my castle, I don't mind spending my whole life in it, he planted kisses on my knuckles I could feel myself getting warmer. "Please don't leave me", I muttered beneath my breath, I felt like I have no reason to exist without you, he didn't respond, and I was almost tearing up, he pulled me to face him, I stared at his golden eyes, I could see a lot of emotions storming his heart through his eyes. " You are mine...can I be yours?" He said in a whisper, what does he mean by ``can he be mine'', he belongs to me, I won't want to share him with anyone, the thought of him with other women before me was like a burning coal in my heart.

“You’re listening to me.” “Yeah, it took me a bit. Will you listen to me now? I know what’s best for you. You’ve already agreed to it on paper. This here is just you being hysterical.” “I can’t believe you said that. I’m no such thing. You’re just trying to trigger me by using a word like that.” “Love you’re mine and that’s something no one can dispute. I own every last inch of you no matter what your name is.” “I beg to differ.”

Snow's mother was waiting for her daughter at the front of their house when she and Kelvin arrived. “Mrs. Wright, I have delivered your daughter as I promised. Now, it is time for me to head home.” Kelvin said. Snow passed by her mom without a word, and she was about to enter the house when Kelvin called her name. “What?” She said. “I will find proof that he is not the guy for you, and he's not as righteous as you think.” Kelvin declared. “Then who is my Mr. Right? You?” Snow asked before bursting into laughter, then entered her home.

Taking a pause as she dips her index finger in her mouth “I shouldn’t type this yet… or? Am I being too dramatic now? He’s my husband.” Dramatically arguing with nobody but herself. “He is your husband. But you should be careful…” Then she snaps out of the whole dilly dally: “There’s no time . I better make him aware right now” In Mark’s dm, it has his contact saved as Mr Mark, the she went on to type “I got the estimate for the hospital bills , baby. It’s sixty thousand dollars”

"You seem to be fond of this place, so I'll give this to you." "That doesn't mean that I want to have this!" I reasoned out. "You can have it." he smirked as if it was just candy being handed out. “No, Hugh. I don’t need this. These are all yours. ” "And what's mine is yours." he said as a matter of fact tone. "And meanwhile, I don't have anything to you." I hissed. "You are mine and you are more than enough."

“You—only you—” He catches my wrists, pins them above my head with one hand, his other going straight to my belly again. To the tiny life inside is Ours. “You’re mine,” he growls, his rhythm brutal and beautiful. “You fucking hear me? You’re mine. Every inch of you. Every breath. Every fucking moan.” “Yes—yes, I’m yours—” “You think I’ll let you go now?” he hisses, thrusting harder, deeper. “You think there’s a world where I don’t own every second of your life?”

she whispered, her voice barely a breath, a plea. “You’re mine, Daisy,” he said, his voice a low growl. “And I don’t like it when others get close to what’s mine. I hate sharing.” His words were a primal declaration, a stark claim of ownership. “I… I didn’t do anything.” she protested. “No, but you just don’t seem to get it.” His breath was hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine, raising goosebumps on her skin. “You don’t get that you’re mine.” His breath was hot against her ear.

"Not without getting what's mine " "She is not yours !" "She will be" "Leave!" "Mark my words. SHE WILL BE MINE!"

Bitter and possessive. “I’m not yours, Your Majesty,” I corrected him firmly, emphasizing every word. “I was never yours. Not for a second. Don’t try to claim what was never yours to begin with.” His eyes gleamed with something dangerous. He nodded slowly, registering my rejection like a wound. Then he set his jaw and stood, moving toward me with a calmness that chilled me more than rage ever could.