If You Were Mine Book Novels & Stories

I will gladly appreciate it so I will know which of my book is best for the Goodnovel's 2020 contest. Thank you for reading the first chapter of Please be mine.

I glanced down at the diamond on my left hand and played with it, shrugging. “It may sound cliché, it probably is, but if I couldn’t have you, I didn’t want anyone. This way, no man was hitting on me or coming my way. I was able to, mourn for all the losses, alone.” I twisted my lip, than sighed. “Why didn’t you get rid of yours?”

Every argument turned into a battle, a test, a war of wills. One night, he showed up at my house unannounced. My heart raced, half with fear, half with the strange pull I couldn’t deny. “I know what you’re doing,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Trying to make me jealous. Testing me.” I looked him in the eye, my chest tight but my voice steady. “Maybe I am.” His expression darkened. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Don’t forget it.” “I haven’t forgotten,” I said, smiling faintly. “But maybe I’m learning what I deserve.”

“You are mine.” It repeated like a mantra in his brain. Was his stepfather talking about him? Did he still see a future with him? Perhaps this sex was all an act for Heidi to distract her? ‘You are mine.’ “You are mine.” “You are mine.” ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’

" Eugene smiled indulgently. "Don't believe in anyone else, and trust in your own feelings. How can I feel at ease when you're like this? "Seems like keeping you by my side is my only option." "Alright." Not long after, I returned with my sister and lived together with Eugene, and many transmigrators appeared in this world as well. One day, I became the one who maintained the order of this world, the one in control. Then, I created a whole new world.

She ramms into me with a hug, like she was lost in a large sea and she needed someone to hold her head up. Milly sobbing so heavily that others at the mall stop to watch the scene. One glare and they all scurry away. I hold Milly tightly in my arms. I had once been as lost as she was right now. Only difference was, I had not the guts nor courage to be rebellious. Maxwell became my solace, he was the hand that dragged me from under water and I welcomed it like bliss. I didn't mind being the hand to drag another out from under water.

Then she hung up, leaving only the echo of her cruelty in my ear. I collapsed into a chair, my body trembling. I’d tried running. I’d tried disappearing. None of it mattered. Clara had reached into the only place I was weakest—and stolen my heart whole. The room blurred. My breath came in shallow bursts. I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to think—to plan—but my thoughts collided like crashing waves. For the first time in my life, I hated my own mind for being too loud. I imagined Maya alone somewhere dark, terrified. And I saw Clara’s smile in the shadows, that poisonous smirk whispering, You will never win.

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday. Opening her eyes she realized it was afternoon for sunlight now streamed into the room through the partly parted curtains. She felt better after a nap, it did her as much

I awoke slowly, the next morning, dreaming that I was burning in an oven being pinned down in a pan. It took me several moments for my disoriented mind to realize I was just trapped in the middle of Kevin and Alyssa. Both had an arm and a leg tossed over me as if they were my own personal body shield. However, there was a quite demanding urge for me to get up, not to mention I had sweated at least half my body weight out last night, and now I felt like a sticky monster.