No Te Pertenece Novels & Stories

"It doesn't matter." Ellen trailed off. "I am not desperate." "It's not about you... It's your destiny" Serenity replied. "You can't control it... And you will realise how it happens..." Ellen smiled at her. "Honestly, i thought you would be like a bad bitch... You know, arrogant, bitchy and evil with all these powers." Serenity smiled. "I am all these things!" Ellen shook her head. "No, you are not... I am sorry..."

𝑼𝑵𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹: 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. �

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!”

he tried to explain and she peeked at him, buying his lie. "Apko nhi pta ap kia karty hain? Mtlb wahi jo ap karty hain... wo nhi karny deina meinay," (You don't know what do you do at night with me sometimes? I won't let you do that) He stood there now folding his arms, "I'm not going until you tell me what do I do," Zahra turned red, "I feel shy, Irtaza. Don't ask," she looked down. Her voice turning into a whisper.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

he said biting his fingers, acting like he was actually considering something. "Oh I'm sorry, no vacant positions. You can be my personal assistant if you want, I'm sorry but that's the only vacant position. Or you can be my mistress you know, then you'll be assured I'd take absolutely good care of you" he said with confidence and with a scorning smirk.

"... I don't have the time for love. I have a company to run. Plus, every girl out there is literally after my money. There's no way I'm settling down with any gold digger." "Those are excuses, Simon, and you know that. Look, you broke up with Kate a long time ago. Why not get over it? What you need to understand, is that not every woman is like her. There are good ones out there, that you can certainly pick one from as a wife! You have all the time in the world-" "No actually, he doesn't." Barrister Gerrald said with a serious tone, cutting my sister's mini pep talk off. "What do you mean by he doesn't? Isn't the time limit supposed to be like, months?" Melvin querried in bewilderment.

Trying to open a mind link to him, but I can't connect to him even with how hard I'm trying, he just isn't there! Then where is he? He doesn't pick up or he can't pick up my mind link! He is still my mate I know I felt the tingles!

“I’m not Theodore’s cousin , I’m his...” “Renee!” Theodore walked in interrupting her. “What are you doing here? , I thought I made it clear no one is allowed in Aria’s room without my permission.” He said angrily. She walked to the door but I held her arm. “What do you mean you aren’t Theodore’s cousin?” I asked . She shrugged her arm off my hold , then she looked at Theodore before leaving the room. I turned to Theodore , he ran his hands over his hair. “If she isn’t your cousin , who is she?”

The illusion of choice without consequence. Celeste, however… She was accelerating. And acceleration always meant one thing. Something else was coming. Elliot’s phone buzzed. Nyelle: You feel it too? He exhaled slowly before responding. Elliot: Yes. A pause. Nyelle: She’s not listening. Elliot: She doesn’t need to. She needs space. Nyelle: Space is what Celeste is filling. That earned a nod, even though Nyelle couldn’t see it. Elliot: