Mine Oh Mine Novels & Stories

It began with a knock. Not a guard. Not a servant. But Mikhail. He stood outside Zane’s door like a monument of war. His expression was unreadable, his voice clipped. “You’re wanted.” Zane didn’t ask where. He didn’t need to. He followed. They walked in silence through corridors that twisted like veins—passing tapestries of that reeked of old wealth, past doors that held screams and secrets behind them. The room they entered was underground. Cold, wide and lit by a circle of overhead lights that made the shadows look alive.

We remained standing there for a moment, the distant noises of the school softly echoing, before I could hear voices. "OHHHHH, look who we have here," said the voice.

The small flame cast dancing shadows on concrete walls, revealing more of their surroundings without actually illuminating much. They were in what looked like an underground storage room, filled with cardboard boxes and metal shelving that created a maze of shadows. Heavy footsteps echoed across the concrete floor, approaching slowly and deliberately. Not the hurried pace of someone in a rush, but the measured walk of someone who had all the time in the world. “Show yourselves!” Owen called out, his voice stronger now that he could see something beyond total darkness. “If you want something from us, at least have the courage to face us!”

He'd gotten down on one knee beside me and clasped my hands, saying tenderly, "I love seeing you like this, Maeve." I'd saved him and trapped myself in a horrible nightmare ten years ago. Ten years later, he personally broke my finger, and with it, the last thing that tied us together. … As I lay in the abandoned warehouse at three in the morning with my fingers splayed in awkward, broken angles, my men hurried in with medical equipment. The warehouse behind me was set ablaze. As the fire burned and ravaged the building, I leaned into my seat and called the person coordinating my plans.

“Hold me tight.” “What?” The elevator starts moving downwards, faster with each second. Maya's fingers claw at my arm as she steadies herself for balance. My arm circles her waist holding her in place. The moment the door opens a wave of heat and sound clashes over us. Slot machines ringing, glasses clinking, conversations overlapping in a chaotic melody of indulgence. “You okay?” I ask, watching Maya's eyes squint from the sudden brightness. She lets out a shaky breath mumbling a small yeah. “It's going to be fine, just don't talk if it's not necessary.”

"You're playing a very dangerous game." I shivered. He was so close, his breath warm against my neck. My wolf cowered beneath the weight of his presence. "I'm just a little Omega," I whispered innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about." A low, menacing chuckle rumbled from him. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about. The dip. You thought you'd get away with it, didn't you?" His hands caged me in, pressing against the wall on either side of me.

“Perfect!” Kevin wrinkled his brow as he looked over my shoulder, finally glancing up at me. “What exactly is that?” “That would be that little microchip that I needed.” “That thing!” “I know, it’s tinny. And that makes it perfect. So now, I need to get a hold of Nick, tell him we have to go shopping.” “He hasn’t gotten anything yet?” “No, I told him that I didn’t want to yet; until I knew the size that I was looking at.”

My name is Aria Monroe, I turned eighteen yesterday. Guess what? I celebrated my birthday with my cellmate Amelia in a cell. Yeah I'm slave, I've been living as a slave since I was fifteen. Trust me I don't know where my mother or father or siblings are. I don't even know if they are alive or dead. Ever since my own family sold me to slavery, I deleted them from my heart forever. I only have one family and that's Amelia, she's been good to me, she's like a sister to me, this is my story.