He's Mine Not Yours Novels & Stories

Selena pov Looking at her for a long moment and trying to wrap my head around what she just told me, nothing of it makes any difference to me! I'm here to claim what's mine and if he dies and it takes me with him I'm fine with it, I wouldn't want to go one and live without him anyway! "It's alright, I'm not changing my mind! He is my true mate and I will claim him" I say with a firm voice when I try to get my head to clear up from this high.

- He seemed tired of her insistence- We barely know each other, I don't owe you anything, I just want to work and be calm- –I already mentioned it to you, you are my omega, my destined partner– Dominic stressed. Again with the same thing. Aidan sighed and sat up, managing to steady himself. -I will make it very clear, President, I am not interested in your money, I earn enough to be happy and I am satisfied with that. Besides, I am engaged and I don't think I will break the engagement for words that have no basis. I don't react to you because I'm not omega, I don't get in heat because I'm not omega, I don't accept you as my mate because I'm not omega-

My voice filled with pleading, wanting to understand and maybe settle any perceived wrong. I just wanted peace. And to get away from these two. “You took what’s mine,” she hissed. “You can have him. I’m not, nor EVER was his.” I placed as much conviction in my voice as possible. Sandy arched an eyebrow, her expression telegraphing “Bullshit.” “‘You can have him,’” she mimicked. “I can smell him on you! And it was recent too!” “He carried me in here,” not wanting her to believe Hunter and me were lovers. “Ask the guards! I wouldn’t touch your sloppy seconds,” I sneered.

Aaron said as he gets closer to Amanda who could feel his breath on her face due to how close he was. “I don’t understand what you are saying boss” she said still bending her head down. “It will be so annoying if I keep reminding you this..” Aaron lift Amanda chin up making her to close her eyes. “I won’t remind you next time kitty that…. “Am yours… yes I know.” Amanda angrily release her head from Aaron hand as she hates it when he said the words “ you are mine”. She wanted to sneak away from his cage but he hit is hands on the wall beside her making Amanda to close her eyes in fear..

said Sherly sincerely. "I love you more. You are only mine, and I would risk anything to protect what is mine, it will always be that way."

-I know, but I can't risk them taking you from me. -You're crazy, I yell at him. -I helped you because that's what I would have done for anyone. I'm not yours. -You are mine, and you will stay here. Because that's what I want,he yells at me angrily.

I could see the pleading in his eyes. “It’s none of my business.” I say looking down. But he grabbed my chin gently with his thumb and forefinger and made me look at him. Right into his eyes. “I promise, there is no other woman for me. Not now that I’ve met you. My past is in my past. Those women are in the past. I would never do that to you.” He insists. “Do what to me? We aren’t anything.” I say looking a little confused at him.

Why the hell am I about to cry? A smirk pulled up on his lips, making me scoff in return. “When I told you that you belonged to me and no one else, I think I didn't make it clear enough” His voice was now in a whisper as he towered over me. “I'm n…not a property to be o..owned.” “No you're not a property to be owned by any other person but me baby girl. You are mine, and I will make sure I make it really clear before I leave your room.”

“Remind you that your lips trembled when I kissed you. That your thighs clenches when I touché dyou. Or that you’re thinking about me right now.” I grip the phone tighter. “You’re sick.” “I’m yours,” he replies. My heart skips a beat. “You’re not mine.” I whisper. “But you will be.” I hang up. My hands are shaking and my whole body is a song of nerves and heat and shame. I crawl into bed, let the television play. Pull the blanket up to my chin and try to disappear into cotton and breath. I’m yours. Fuck him. He can’t say those words like he means them. He’s not mine and he’ll never be.

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.”