Mine Only Novels & Stories

Someone inside this estate was playing a game. And Zane was the piece they’d decided to move. He exhaled a long drag, smoke curling toward the ceiling like a prayer. “Alright,” he muttered to the empty room. “Let’s play.”

she reminded him "so at least I'm not with a minor ... "I know them like the back of my hand "he interrupted "It does not matter to me that that child is here, Is there anything I'm not aware of, Nathan Jackson Hamilton ? "He raised an eyebrow in his direction and Nathan swallowed hard "See? Honey, I know them like the back of my hands. Tell me what you know.

Mum, I need your help again. Then the picture came through in a media message with the most wonderful sounding blip I'd ever heard. I opened the message and stared, my eyes absorb- ing what she'd just sent. Brynne was playing her hand in a kill-game situation, and had just upped the ante by betting huge stakes that could go either way. I loved her so much for doing it. I thought my heart could burst right on the spot. My girl played her cards with the instincts of an experienced ace. Of course she does, she's my girl.

He was hunched over his phone, playing Candy Crush of all things. Candy. Crush. The stupid, cheerful sound effects echoed through the room, a personal hell designed just for me. While he played without a care in the world, I sat there behind silver bars, trying to figure out how my entire life had taken a swan dive in less than five hours.

Me three. ***

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

Hazel tried to push me off, with her hands on my chest, but the difference in strength was overwhelming. I leaned in, brushing my lips against her earlobe as I whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll make you mine soon.”

Wilbur followed Punter back into town, who drove the two of them to a mansion north of Bruille Town. Punter got out of the car. "Come with me, Mister Penn. This is where Mister Buck, the owner of Tuttle Mine, lives. As long as you pass his test, you'll be able to enter Tuttle Mine. Also, Mister Buck will grade you based on your powers. There are ten grades in total. At grade one, you'll be able to take out a hundred kilograms of copper ore from the mine, and at grade ten, you can take out a thousand kilograms of copper ore."

I nodded furtively reading the first question written on the board with my sleepy eyes. “What is mining?” I said loud enough for him to hear. “What is mining?” He repeated, and I was already convinced that he was thinking for some in-depth answer. “So.. Uhm, what’s your answer?” I nervously asked. “Mining eh,” He mumbled, scratching his forehead. “I think mining is the process of making something or someone yours. I mean, if I want you to be mine and I’m on the process of making you mine, then it’s called mining” He blurted with a damn confident grin on his damn face as if he was so sure with his statement.