Meant To Be Mine Novelas e Histórias

I inhaled deeply, letting the cold air fill my lungs, hoping it would calm the beast inside me. *Mine. She’s mine.* The thought echoed in my mind, relentless, and no matter how much I tried to push it away, it clung to me. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The possessiveness that had always simmered beneath the surface was now a full-blown fire, consuming everything in its path. I couldn’t deny it any longer. She was mine.

“You are not my mate,” I muttered into my empty office. “But you are mine.” The urge to possess and dominate choked me. “No one else can have you.” I did not try to understand the feeling. All I knew was that it was there. Amethyst was mine and anyone that tried to take her from me would meet a cold end.

I've chosen, even without remembering why, even without understanding everything yet. I know this much: they're mine. And I won't let anyone take that away. Not again.

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?”

I looked away, not wanting myself to be distracted by his body. "Poor guy was clueless when I punched him. I mean, you could have at least planned the whole thing." He stated, running a hand through his hair, standing in front of the mirror, "I guess you underestimated me. I meant when I said you are mine forever and we are totally meant to be together, baby." He added and I just couldn't hold it in anymore.

I said as I rubbed my hand on his legs to comfort him as he weakly moaned. Life has it's surprises and no matter the problems, the challenges, pain, struggle, trauma and heartache, they will all end when you reach out your hand to the great big white world your black dot is on. I had what many wished for and I was never going to let it go because I was theirs and they were mine. Please be mine ends.

asks Esteban and I smiled nodding. "I am already in my home. Wherever I am with you, it is my home." "God, I love that you remember whose you are," Esteban says smiling. "Whose am I?" I pretend not to know. "You are mine, woman. Only mine" Esteban says taking my chin then kisses me. Yes, I am only his and he mine. As it should be. As it was always meant to be. The End

The weather was good, warm sunlight was hitting my face, a major reason I love breakfast dates. The GPS location was a twenty-minute ride and the roads were partially empty. I enjoy driving, especially because it gives me a feeling of me being the sole owner and handler of this black metal beauty, just like my life. I’m not a perfectionist, but exercising control on my life in every way is definitely I’m particular about.

“No connections, no safety net. Just an idea and maybe a lot of anger.” I leaned forward a little. “People think starting over means you’re running away from something. Maybe that’s true.” She pushed the microphone closer. “But it also means you get to choose what comes next, you get to decide who has access to you and who gets a say in what you build.” The audience was dead silent. “I built Monochrome to be mine and nobody can take it from me because I made sure of that from day one.” She paused. “Not because I don’t trust people. Because I learned the hard way what happens when you give someone else control over your life.”

He was worth every struggle and effort I could imagine. And he was mine. I slowly pulled away from him with a smile. “I'm going to be Mrs. Haves... Holy shit, I want to be Mrs. Haves. It sounds really important." Ollie snorted in amusement and shook his head. “You will be Mrs. Haves. And damn soon, Tate.”