Meant To Be Mine Novels & Stories

I looked up into his face — this face that had no business existing, sharp jaw, dark eyes burning into mine — and I refused to be the first one to look away. "Correction." His voice was quiet enough that it lived only between us. "You are mine. Only mine. No one else gets to claim you. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to even look at you the way I do." He didn't blink. "Be a good girl, Rose. And I will burn the entire world down and hand you the ashes." The silence stretched tight between us. Then I lifted my chin. "Fine." His eyes narrowed slightly.

This girl had some real issues of setting his adrenaline high in no second. "I don't command your wishes here!" He gritted out pathetically. "But it's mine and I need it! Please give me!" She declared in a voice mixed with unyielding and claim. "Which word of mine you don't understand?" He asked crossing his arms to his chest. She stepped forward to him. "how can you steep so low that you keep something that rightly belongs to someone else?" She regretted the moment when the words left her tongue. She shouldn't have said it.

This moment is too precious and I want it to last forever, so that I can watch how effortlessly cute and sexy this man is. And he's all mine. Mine.

I growled, standing to my feet, and gripping the table harder than ever, the poor edges barely standing a chance against my grip. I was sick and tired of the back and forth. I couldn’t care about the future because one thing was for sure. She was mine and no one will take her from me. I don’t share. Never have, never fūcking will. Mine, fūcking MINE!

“Your car? That means… the other one is mine?” The words slipped out half-jokingly, but deep down, I liked the sound of it. Mine. It gave me this weird little thrill of belonging, like I wasn’t floating on borrowed space anymore. Even though my brain screamed that it was ridiculous, my heart whispered something softer: finally, something that’s mine. “Of course, it's yours. Oh! You thought I was kidding or let's say flattering. You know, I would no longer refer to the other as mine as it's yours from today. You need to get used to it.”

You and I were meant to be. I will have it all. But I have to wait. Not for you and that wretched fake bitch to break up. No, but just wait.

“Let every single fucking person hear you scream while I take you…let them know exactly who you belong to.” “Mine to look at. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck… wherever I want. Only mine.”

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?"

V: "Miss Shanaya, did no one tell you that no one should touch other's thing" S: "Ohh, really!!! How is it yours when I touched it first?" Slightly brushing his lips to her right ear, making her shocked, and, pretending like it was unintentional, he spoke with Authority "Miss Shanaya, you might not know me, that's why I am telling you for the first and last time. Whatever I see became mine and, I don't like sharing what's mine." Dismayed by his gestures, Shana tried to calm herself by enlightening herself he was doing all that to distract her, to make her defenceless.

a small smile drew on his lips. Instead of being happy with her father's compliment, something else changed in his feelings. 'Hopefully, you and Mama also saw my being your daughter. I'm doing all this so that you can appreciate me too. 'And she kept those words in her mind. She seems to be losing the courage to voice it. She feared Consuelo might suddenly hear what she had to say to her father. And her mother thinks badly of it.