Just Be Mine Novels & Stories

His scorn could shatter me into a million jagged pieces. I grind my teeth in aggravation. I haven't been in his company for more than two minutes, and already my buzz has disappeared. I have no idea why he calls me "princess." I may be Enzo Valentini's youngest daughter, but I'm no pampered mafia princess by any stretch of the imagination. I don't live at the compound. I hold a job. And I don't take money from my parents. I suspect that he does it to piss me off, which makes no sense.

His hand finds the small of my back. And we just stay like that. Not because we’re fine. But because we’re not. Because healing takes time. Because we can’t rush this. “Do you still want the Mine?” I whisper after a moment. He’s quiet for a beat. Then— “It’s mine.” His voice is calm. Not possessive. Not proud. Just certain. “It’s the last piece of me they didn’t take,” he says. “And I’m not handing it over now.” I nod.

The message was brief: (You are mine now. I couldn't help but smile at the possessiveness of the message. What is this person talking about? I thought to myself. ‘You are mine now’ that's very weird. I don't even know the person so how would they claim me? .”I will take my leave now, ma'am. Enjoy your secret admirers” Gina teased, accompanied with a giggle.

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

Yet, her job was her hobby and the salary - amazing. “Because I am now alone.” I responded and regret filled me as soon as I sent it. I stared into my message with widened eyes as if someone had sent it to me. To inform ME I was alone. Was I? Alone?! “What do you mean?” Her question came a bit slowly than usual. “I am not sure if I am still with Ad-” I stared, then cleared and wrote again “I came alone.” Then added “Without Adrian.” “WTF?” She wrote and a surprised emoji followed. “Is he sick, or busy?”

I drew my knees up to my chest and rested my head on them. I can't be weak; I have to be strong enough to take on the devil, even if it's just for a year... And the year will fly by in the blink of an eye, right? I can't be weak because I'm not giving up my entire life. I can do it, I have to do it, I kept telling myself, hoping to boost my confidence a little. "WHY, WHY IS IT ME OUT OF ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE, WHY ONLY ME?"

, I told her. God why did I choose to wear a Saree today? It was blocking my feet whenever I moved. I liked its orange shade that's why I wore it today. But guess what, it turned out to be a disaster. "I think I am looking a little chubby, especially my ass.", I mumbled under my breath. "Ma'am you are looking beautiful today. I swear I can't believe you are still single.", she gushed, breaking my thoughts and I gave her a small smile.

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He let me go and moved a few steps back and ran his hand through his hair. “In fact, I want to skin that asshole alive for even thinking about you!” He roared as he paused and looked at me. “Listen to me and listen good, you are mine. And only I have the fucking right to think about you or even touch. You are mine to corrupt, dirty, and destroy. No one can look at you the way I do.” He declared and held my arms, shaking me.

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.