Mine Not Yours Novelas e Histórias

He sighed. “Are you ready for tomorrow, sweetheart?” He asked, kissing her hair. Minsi nodded as she stared at the flat screen displaying car designs, even when she couldn’t understand shit. Because looking at the man brought dirty images to her mind. “Yes—I don’t know.” She replied in a low voice. “Don’t worry, they’re all going to love you. And even if they don’t, I give zero fucks about them. You are mine either way.” He announced, making her blush again.

In the office: Ji'lahni, Mina, Lynn, Lucky, and the fake Kat “Lynn go talk to your sister and ask her not to kill us.” Mina said pushing Lynn forward but Lynn was pressing back. “Bitch don’t push me, I told you I don’t feel the connection to my sister and even if she was she in there she would probably still want to beat your ass because of Dradon.” Lynn said, looking over a Mina. “Oh, so that’s what we doing today Lynn, throwing motha fuckas under the bus? Look sis I can tell you right now I don’t want your man I gotta man. So, you don’t even have to do all this. You can just go and find your man and live happily ever after.” Mina yelled over at the fake Kat, who frown at the human’s words

Not for me, not for the child I carried. When he came to my door that morning, I was already ready. Calm. Determined. “You can’t leave,” he said, voice low but dangerous. “You’re mine. And so is that baby.” I stared at him, eyes steady, heart pounding. “You don’t own me,” I said softly but firmly. “And you don’t own this life. I will raise this child on my terms, not yours.” His face twisted in fury. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t walk away!”

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“It’s mine.” “I never said it wasn't yours, all I am saying is that ten million is a lot of money. You didn't have to prove anything to them. Now the night is over and you are left with the bruises” she said her frown deepened as she spoke. “There are a lot of things you don't know Naya,” I said She stared at me, clearly confused. I leaned forward to her resting my elbows on the armrests of my chair. “You’ve heard of TechNova, haven’t you?”

I haven’t heard of that happening in my lifetime, but I’m sure it still happens in some backwards packs. A more common solution is to hire a memory wipe from a leech. But I would never do that to Mina. She doesn’t deserve having her brain tampered with by a fucking vampire. I need to figure out something to say that won’t reveal me or the pack. “I’m… uh… special,” I say. Yeah. That’s brilliant, J. She stares up at me with those big blue eyes. I lean my hands on the counter, caging her between my arms. “Not dangerous.”

TARGET #1 Name: Mina Yoo Age: 15 Home Address: #27 Road 2, Yilsan Residences School: HANN Exclusive Girls High School - She lives with her grandfather, Alex Yoo (Chairman of ALXY Group) - Her brother, JP, currently lives and studies in New York - Her class starts from 9 AM to 4 PM - She commutes every day - She seldom goes out on weekends Kian stopped reading Mina's personal information and threw the folder on the table. His anger and frustration instantly flared and built up in him.

“You are not she.” I had chosen the orchard for its openness, for the space it allowed me to step away if I wished. And yet even beneath open sky, even with room enough to retreat, I did not. It was not the closeness of the alcove that undid me. It was him. His knuckles brushed my cheek, then lingered there, as though reacquainting themselves with something cherished. “Do not speak of relinquishing me,” he murmured. “I will not yield you to another.”