Mine Only Novels & Stories

I muttered, letting out a breath. The other miners, their faces smeared with dirt and sweat, shot me envious glances. I ignored their jealousy and gently put the precious stone in my hands into my bag where I collected it. This gem alone would be enough to secure my early release from the mines, a privilege earned by those who found such treasures.

Mine never really went outside. " Yes." Mine nodded his smile getting bigger. " It's Good Friday. So I have some friends that want to take me out for the day. They say I've been locked inside here far too long." Mivuma felt a pang on his chest about this. " So you'll be leaving?" " Yes." Mine smirked, " I hear a bit of sadness in that question. Why?" Mivuma shrugged. " Well it's kinda sad that you didn't tell me that you'd be going out for today. "

“Hurry up, Ian. I feel dirty!” Kimberly shouted from the living room, waiting for Ian to come downstairs and accompany her so they would both go to the lake and have their bath. “Coming princess!” Ian shouted back from the room. A smile crept up Kimberly’s face at the pet name. Ian appeared within minutes, dressed in a white t-shirt and khaki shorts. Kimberly mentally drooled over his body. He looked so sexy on his tight t-shirt that revealed his incredible muscles, defining his abs perfectly. She felt so blessed to have him in her life.

The image flashed again, the neat stacks of money sitting inside my purse like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. My jaw clenched again. “No,” I muttered under my breath. “I’m not doing this.” The elevator dinged open, and I stepped out, forcing myself to move like everything was fine. Training was already in session when I walked in. Smith glanced at me, but he didn’t say anything. Just gave a small nod and continued. I joined in, trying to focus. But my mind kept slipping back to him; the note, the breakfast, and the money.

Yuvraj's POV •••••••••••••••••••• "DON'T YOU KNOW THAT NO ONE. NO ONE CAN TOUCH YOU OR LOOK AT YOU OTHER THAN ME?" I roared. She flinched at my outburst and her eyes welled up. How dare he touch her! She was. She is. And she will always be Mine. Fucking Mine.

The easiest marks in the world. “Two hundred million dollars. Not a penny less.” Carter blew a smoke ring, tapping the mine’s survey map. “This deposit contains a rare mineral, ‘moonstone.’ It can significantly boost your wolves’ healing abilities. Mr. Damon, I know you’re not short on cash, and this is a strategic asset.” Two hundred million? This was robbery. Damon sat beside me, his face an unreadable mask. But the cold radiating from him had dropped the room temperature to freezing.

"Hey, Mom! The AI is glitching again! The 'Meilin' unit is trying to leave the sandbox!" Meilin and Leo froze. The "Source-Node" wasn't a machine. It was a Save-File.

“I buried the case of diamonds in the mine. No one goes in a played-out uranium mine, for a lot of very valid reasons.” “Uncut diamonds.” Another phrase that had a perfectly clear meaning—except in context. “Uranium—dude, you’re like that meme. The one with the most interesting man in the world, except that you’re just the most insane. A uranium mine? Obviously that’s a place you’d choose to go? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Then I walked to the extraction line and picked up my basket and went into the tunnel. ~~~ I had not looked in a reflective surface in years. The mines did not have mirrors. What they had were occasional still pools in the lower drainage channels, dark and mineral-clouded, and the copper surface of the processing vats on level one that showed a dim warped approximation of whatever stood in front of them. I had no particular reason to seek these out. Appearance was not a currency that functioned in my world — it did not change quota numbers or patrol schedules or the political calculations of merchant clan administrators.

Irene mumbled and I laughed briefly as she finished some lines on my face. I looked good as fuck, my face was contoured to perfection, my lips were painted red, my lashes were thick and coated with mascara, my wings were black, with sliver sparkles, and glittering eye shadows hooded my lid. Lastly, my hair was curled up slightly at the ends, and the diamond pins glittered under the light of the room. I looked down at my french tips nails, my diamond engagement ring was on my third finger while the pinky ring was on my little finger. The ring that made everyone fear me because of Zavi Coville.