Not Mine To Keep Novels & Stories

I can do with it whatever I like. I checked my watch. I’d stupidly thought this would be quick. In, out, done. Five minutes, max. But no, Caroline was digging her heels in. ‘I’m your mother. I have every right to hold on to it for safekeeping.’ ‘Exactly, safekeeping. As in, you’re just the storage unit. And newsflash, when something’s mine, I can take it back whenever the hell I want. Like… now.’ ‘Absolutely not. It’s way too valuable to just hand over.’

Hello my dear readers, firstly I want to thank all of you for the time and money you guys have spent on “He was never mine.” I appreciate you all so much, and also for those of you that left a review, my gratitude. Secondly, this is to inform you that “He was never mine” will be put on hold for the month of May because I am working on ending an old novel which is a bit overdue. hopefully by June or the ending of may “He was never mine” will get resumed. So with that said, I hope you all have a nice day and keep safe.

Mine to keep. And nobody touches what’s mine and lives to tell the tale.

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

Part of me wants to keep it. I don’t understand. I don’t want to. I feel the apartment shift around me, the walls closing in, and my phone buzzes on the table. A message from an unknown number. My hands freeze. I pick it up. “you are MINE” My breath hitsched. The text is concise, deliberate. Nothing else. No explanation,No name,No signature,Just a declaration . I drop the phone onto the couch beside me, staring at it like it might answer itself.

It is sharp, incredibly deep, and entirely unwelcome. Anor belongs to me.​

"It's fine princess, I was wrong!" "You guys, all boys are the same!" Bruk—hurtingKey got into my car right away after him pretty hard. I could only pat my door, for I had foreseen all these things. If you also have a lover or friend who doesn't know yourself whose hobby is slamming people's things without permission. I recommend buying really original stuff. Don't be fooled by cheap stuff, instead, it lasts a long time. It is possible that later when you come home, the goods have become antiques in the warehouse.

"I'm not being generous. I'm keeping it somewhere nothing can take it from either of us." "And if I take the offer, and decide afterward I have no use for you at all." There it was. The real question, the one she'd been walking toward since she stopped laughing. "You can't," I said. "Raw, that metal's worthless. It has to be processed, and the machine that does it doesn't exist anywhere in the human world either. Not yet. My father and I spent years building one. I have it. I've got a team that knows how to run it. Where it sits and how it works, that's the one thing I'm not telling you, or anyone. That's not me being difficult. That's the only card I get to keep, and I'm telling you straigh

No flight. They were mine and I'd never lose them again.

“Get me a cup of coffee." Coffee? bitch COFFEE? SURE! I’D RATHER FEED YOU A YEASTY HAM PARFAIT AFTER STEALING IT FROM JAMES CORDEN. Why did it have to be him out of all the men in the world?