Mine Only Novels & Stories

And most importantly, the mines. He hinted about how the wealth was distributed to maintain the affairs of the pack, mentioning the steady flow of income and the growing prosperity of Silvermoon. After about two hours, he pulled the last document. As he pulled it out, I caught the faint trace of a smug expression on his face before he began. “This one concerns the mines,” he said calmly, though there was a subtle weight behind his words. “The main source of income for Silvermoon.” “You already mentioned that a moment ago,” I said, straightening slightly in my seat as I studied his reaction. “What about them?”

"We dated, or at least she thinks we did. It was just sex. I had needs when I traveled. It's been over for a long time, Riley. I promise. You are mine and the only one I want. We all have a history." "You're right. I just need to calm down." "I know how to calm you down," Eli said as he came around and started to talk her dress off. It fell to the floor, leaving her bare breasts on display as she only wore a thong. He moaned with delight at the sight as he took her lips in his. He then lifted her over his shoulder and carried her to the dining table as Riley yelped, not expecting that. He laid her down at the edge of the table and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his ankles as he pus

"There is a park over there for the kids and adults to enjoy. My grandmother designed the fountain. It is a representation of Selene with her children worshipping her. Look down in the water bottom of the fountain." "Wow, That is so beautiful. The moons are in silver, and the fountain has a white bottom. The moons stand out, being that they are in silver. What kind of stones are those in the bottom?" She asks, taking in every aspect of the fountain. "They are Moonstones and Selenite. I thought you might love it." "Yes, it is the most beautiful fountain I have ever seen, and the flowers around it and the walkways really set it off. This place feels peaceful and happy."

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

She gripped the blanket around her, seeking refuge from the mixed emotions flooding her heart. "Mine, are you awake?" Seth asked softly, but with anxiety in his voice. Jasmine didn't answer, just remained silent in uncertainty. Seth, feeling no response, tried again. "You've been crying for too long, Mine. Can such sadness stay with me? Am I not enough for you, Mine?"

hurt what's mine. Not even me.

With a powerful laser rifle pointed in the only entry point of the mine, no casual group of mercenaries could take on such an opponent and come out ahead. Too bad Caruthers encountered plenty of bastards in his career, many of whom pulled much worse out of their horrid bag of tricks. Holing up in an abandoned mine in the middle of nowhere was nothing special. "Miley, how's your digger?" "It's all set. You know I'm always harping out replacing this dinky old model, right?" "Hey, if it works, it works. I'll think about replacing it once the one we got breaks down completely. It's not as if it's the end of the universe if our digger hits the dust."

A key. ---