Not Yours To Give Novels & Stories

I can’t crumble like a paper and I most certainly will not let a man control me. “Aeden if you give me my freedom, I’ll give you what you want. Your chance to woo me. And by freedom all mean is to let me around freely in a place I know and you and your shitty men not hounding around me.” I finish. My voice came out shaky at the end. “How should I believe you, eh?” He cocked his brow as he stepped closer to me till the tip of our toes touched and his minty breath hit my face. “You have run from here before, what’s the guarantee that you won’t do it again?” His eyes darkened and his free hand balled into a fist.

- Natacha yelled so loudly that Aidan was sure his neighbors had heard her. -An adult and responsible man of his life who doesn't need anyone to control it- for his part he didn't shout, but his tone was just as annoying. -You can't do that Aidan, I'm your mother and you have to do what I say, it's always been like that, you don't have the right to break the engagement- -Why not? Maybe because it doesn't suit you? Hans is not the man I see myself with for the rest of my life, right now I don't even want to see his face, do you think he would be happy with a man like that-

“You should always remember this, lady. Once I give something away, it can't give it back to me. You understood?” “Why—” “I don't want everyone to be stubborn. So, be good, baby.” “You have no right to force me if I don't want to accept them. Throw it or just give it to others,” I said. “I can’t because they’re really for you. Return it now and I really won't hesitate to...” his mouth moved near my ear. “–Do what you did to me in the tree the other day. Looking forward to tasting your tender and soft— ”

As soon as I lifted my eyes to meet his, he asked “Do you agree?” “Question first” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Can I get a job?” “ I would prefer you not to. Don’t take it personal but I’m a little conscious of your origins. You might get to excited making new friends and get a slip of the tongue” “I’m not stupid” this time, I rolled my eyes. “I’m not saying you’re stupid, I’m just saying that people from small towns have this bad habit of being to friendly to people they are not acquainted. And open up easily about everything in their lives as if bad the world it’s social paradise and no harm could get to them.

"I don't?" "No, you don't. Because. Well...because I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart. It was scarred and fragile, but I gave it to someone who saw worth in it anyway. A woman who cherished every imperfection and did his best to hold all the fragmented pieces together. I've been walking around without my heart for so many years, I learned to ignore its absence. I became accustomed to the hole in my chest. But I can't ignore the missing part of me any longer. And you can't marry an incomplete man. You deserve a man who still has a heart to give you. So, I'm sorry...but I can't marry you."

"No, I don't believe it! How could he give it to you?" "What else can I do?" "I don't understand what you're saying. Why can't you give it to me? Is it because it's yours? But, he gave it to me. Why don't you believe the facts in front of you?"

Of course, why let them burden you when you can give them away? " That is what I am saying, so what do I do? Come with you?"

He just let me sit with it for a second before he spoke again. “You don’t owe anybody more patience than you’ve got left,” he said. “Not Ava, not Jax, not Kai, none of them. If you’re out of it, you’re out of it. That’s allowed.” “Feels selfish.” “It’s not. Selfish is taking something from someone else. You’re not taking anything. You’re just done giving it away for free.”

I smiled—shaky, ruined, completely addicted. “Yes, sir.” He leaned in, kissed my forehead—almost tender. “Good girl.” Because spoiled princesses don’t need trust funds. They need a ruthless CEO to own them. And Alexander Voss… owns me now. Completely.

“I’m trying to protect you. Those packages, the flowers—it all seems like someone is watching you. And you’re acting like it’s no big deal.” “I’m acting like it’s no big deal because I can handle it,” I shot back. “I’ve been handling things on my own for a long time. I don’t need you swooping in like some possessive knight when it suits you and then reminding me I’m just the nurse the rest of the time.” His expression hardened. “Is that what you think this is?”