Meant To Be Mine Novels & Stories

I slipped inside and pulled her into my arms. “Talk to me,” I whispered. Her voice trembled. “They called me trash. Said I don’t belong here. Said you don’t belong with Adrian. That everything about us is fake.” I rocked her gently, my own eyes burning. “They’re wrong, Maya. They don’t know us.” “But what if they’re right?” she whispered. “What if we don’t belong?” I pulled back, gripping her shoulders. “Listen to me. We’ve fought too hard, survived too much, to let people like that decide who we are. You belong with me. And I belong right where I am—with you, and with him.”

“You’re mine now. Marked. Filled. Claimed. No one else will ever touch you.” And deep down, I knew it was true. Because after this… I didn’t want anyone else.

he said. “Say what?”she managed, though she knew what he wanted. “That this,” he said, fingers playing idly, getting slick with my juices, “was for me.” She might have said anything for him to get on with it, but they both knew the truth. “It was for you,” she whispered. “Of course it was for you.”

Gina really liked the flower made of gem, but she didn't dare to touch it, "This is Grandma's thing..." "We were a family, and everything in this house was shared between you and me."

Tracy nodded in a positive response while her hand is still on her cheek “Don't ever imagine a low life like you can ever stand a chance to become a Winthrop. Dreams are expensive, so stick to what you can afford. The best privilege heaven could ever drive your way is to get a shelter in this mansion as a maid. Stop making him regret bringing you here you filthy animal." She paused, giving one of the most discomforting gaze that'd make even pets question their existence.

Every part of her body is mine she belong to me alone , her heart soul and body belong to me not this lustful men no one is allowed to look at her again SHE IS MINE

For now. “Joker... What exactly do you think I am to you?” Her voice cuts through the silence, sharp yet hesitant, as if she’s afraid of the answer. The question sends a jolt of amusement through me, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s so simple, so obvious. How can she not see? “You. Are. Mine.” My words spill out like a fact etched in stone, unshakable. Of course, she’s mine. She has to be. She belongs to me in the way the night belongs to darkness, the way chaos belongs to madness.

He said to himself: “No matter who you are,” he said fiercely, his jaw clenching, “no matter where you are, I’ll find you. I’ll make you mine. You must be mine. You are my fate. You are definitely mine.”

“Which part?” “Mine.” I shrug. “It’s true.” “And certain?” I add. Her lips curve slightly. “It is.” I hold her gaze. No matter who’s watching She’s mine. And I’m not letting anyone or anything forget it. "Let's go home babe."

The will of my father is clear that every little thing of his fortune is completely mine and mine only. It’s time to reclaim what is mine. This is where I belong. This is where my life truly is. I enjoyed the time that I was away but I will be coming back stronger.