I Will Make You Mine Novels & Stories

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴋɪss ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴋɪss ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀs

If he didn’t want me, I was going to make him want me. I was going to make him remember every single second we spent together. I was going to make sure he couldn’t look at anyone else but me. Even if I had to do crazy things. Even if it meant going too far. I wouldn't give up on him. He's mine and forever will be. I'll make him mine eventually.

Mount on her until she could no longer yearn other men. She was mine to have. Mine to claim. Mine to mark. My mate. My possession. MINE!!

Going back to Marcus would only tag me a homewrecker, something that should be Chloe's brand alone. "Then what are you going to do? Because I know Marcus isn't about to play fair." My lips pressed together, and I stared down at my phone. For a moment I wished Liam still had my phone cloned. But then an idea lit up in my head, and my lips curled. Without thinking, I quickly typed a few words back and hit send. "What are you doing?" Amara quickly reached to grab my phone, but I dodged, making her fall onto me instead.

“Are you ready to become mine?” “Yes,” I say in a rush, not even needing to think about it. “Please make me yours, Justin.” “Such a good girl,” he says, holding me closer. “Prepare yourself, sweetheart, because this is going to hurt.”

What I wouldn’t give for Roxy to be in the room with me right now, lapping my cum off my stomach and telling me how damn good I taste. I am going to make her mine. MINE!

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

-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.

And with Tyler by my side; my god I felt pretty much invincible. ~ stay tuned for the sequel (and trequel) coming soon. xx. eden aster.

Aubrey… Five more minutes… She mumbled this while folding her hands into an effort at pleading; her voice thick with sleepiness. I looked at her for a moment before raising my hand, pointing out the number with all five fingers. Five minutes, I insisted. She nodded sluggishly, beginning to fall back into bed again. I did not believe her nod. But there was no time for debate. I ran into the kitchen and made breakfast; just toast with jam, enough to keep her going until noon. I placed the slices in the toaster and pressed the lever. The toast popped from the toaster, and I slathered it with jam in a rush.