Not Mine To Keep Novels & Stories

" Why are you sounding surprised that I am keeping the card? Is there anything wrong in deciding to keep it?" " Everything is wrong with that. " " You can mention some of those things. " " Why do you have to keep the card? Do you have any reason to keep it?" " Do I have any reasons to not keep it? " " Of course, there are reasons for you not to keep it." " You can mention them."

That I kept it lit. That was new.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Not to anyone. He was mine forever.

This time, he wants it just as much as I do. Now that I have finally, finally taken him apart beneath me, I know this isn’t the last time, not even close. I’m not the possessive type. I don’t claim people, don’t keep them like they’re mine to own. At least, not like I’ve claimed Mercer.

Mine to own. Forever.

I screamed as I trashed my dressing table. Theodore De’Leon is mine and if Dad won’t do anything about it then I would.

, I replied honestly. Yeah Blue Architects is mine!! I'll get it back no matter what!!! I don't want others things ,I want what is mine because it's mine from the first place. Love ❤️❤️ moniagnes

“Keep it. I don’t want it.” * * * * * A/N: Thank you for all the wishes. I feel so much better and I’ve had fun reading the comments I missed on.

Another message. I open it before I can stop myself.

His hand finds the small of my back. And we just stay like that. Not because we’re fine. But because we’re not. Because healing takes time. Because we can’t rush this. “Do you still want the Mine?” I whisper after a moment. He’s quiet for a beat. Then— “It’s mine.” His voice is calm. Not possessive. Not proud. Just certain. “It’s the last piece of me they didn’t take,” he says. “And I’m not handing it over now.” I nod.