He's Mine Not Yours Novels & Stories

She explained him and kissed him in his cheeks. Shivaay smiled as he gently brought her hand down away from his mouth. Those three words " YOU ARE MINE " Brought a broder smile on his face. Yours ? Your Man ! Huh ? It's Nice to hear you call me your man ....I loved it my woman. He told her as he engulfed her in his arms. yes I was yours, I am yours and I will be only always yours. I am all yours and you are only mine. Annika smiled shyly.

Claiming. "You're mine," he whispered against my lips. Between kisses. Between breaths. "Mine mine mine. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every thought. Mine." "Yours." I arched into him. Needing more. Needing everything. "That's right." His teeth caught my bottom lip. Tugged. "All mine. No one else gets this. No one else gets you. No one else even gets to imagine this." His hand slid down my side. Gripped my hip. Fingers digging in possessively. He shifted. Pressed against me. Let me feel every inch of him. Let me know exactly what I did to him.

Not for me, not for the child I carried. When he came to my door that morning, I was already ready. Calm. Determined. “You can’t leave,” he said, voice low but dangerous. “You’re mine. And so is that baby.” I stared at him, eyes steady, heart pounding. “You don’t own me,” I said softly but firmly. “And you don’t own this life. I will raise this child on my terms, not yours.” His face twisted in fury. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t walk away!”

"Why wouldn't I want to?" Juno stopped at a window overlooking the fog-wrapped grounds. "Because of him. Because Silas looks at you like you're the reason he's still here. Because part of you, the part that remembers things you shouldn't remember, that dreams about fires, mirrors and a name that isn't yours knows you belong here." "I don't—"

"Mine. Say it. Say you're mine." "Yours, Daddy! Only yours! Forever yours!" "That's right. And no one takes what's mine. No one even looks at what's mine. MINE!"

"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.

“She’s mine!, hand her over!.” I can take everything, like every single fucking shit he has in store for me!, but no one!, no one on earth has the right to claim me!, I am not a commodity and he better known that!,the earlier the better. “She’s not yours!!.” Kai replied with angry tone. I hope you ain’t about to claim me as his!. “I presume she belongs to no one!!.” Kai yelled. I smiled warmly when he said that,like they say the little things mean a lot, and it sure does to me.

"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.

I felt a warm blush rise to my cheeks as his knee brushed against mine under the table. "You're too kind." I murmured. He smirked, his gaze never leaving mine. "Kindness has nothing to do with it. I'm just being honest." He gently placed his hand on the small of my back as he leaned closer to whisper in my ear. "Don't let Nicholas fool you, Lea. He's just trying to win you over with his charm. But I believe actions speak louder than words."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" "Because you weren't ready." His thumb brushed her lower lip. "You were so young. So innocent. You needed time to grow up, to figure out who you were. And I needed time to make sure that when I finally claimed you, you'd want it as much as I did." "Claimed me," she repeated. "Like I'm property?" "Like you're mine," he corrected. "There's a difference." "Is there?" "Yes." He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked on hers. "Property can be bought and sold. But what's mine is mine by choice. By surrender. By the simple fact that nothing else makes sense."