Only Yours Novels & Stories

"Love, only love. You love me, I love you. We don't need any else my sweetheart as... I am your husband, you're my wife. I am only yours and you're Only Mine." *****

That's why at the end of the day, all I just have to count on is me, myself, and I. Yes, just me alone.

I will love you and only you for as long as I live. I give my heart to you, only you. And no matter what happens, I will never take it back. I don't want you to be uncertain about our future or be insecure. You are the only one I want to kiss, the only one I want to make love to, the only one I want to bear my children and the only one I want to be beside me until the end of my life.

I went home with a happy heart, a beautiful smile painted on my face. Finally, my dream came true. I got to meet the werewolf. Finally, it all came true. "Finally my dream has come true!!!" "noisy!! Hurry up and work on your deadline.” Reina, looking at me with annoyance. Could I be that noisy? I don't know I can't protest again, because I'm so happy after knowing he's a Werewolf. "Could he be my partner?"

“That's different. You're different from them. You had chosen me when I was still ugly. You protected me, and cared about me. My heart had been cold for years, but now you have made it warm again." "Other girls will also... " "No. I wouldn't find another person like you. In this world, there is only one Renee, so I will love you and protect you." "What you have given me cannot be replicated by others. I can’t have feelings for another woman. Everyone is unique. I want to be the unique one for you, and I want you to belong to me."

Unbeknownst to them, their intimate moment was being witnessed by another, leading to a misinterpretation. Unbeknownst to them, it was none other than Alistair who had followed Dallin, only to witness the intimate moment between Dallin and Ryan. Alistair's gentle eyes welled up with tears. He couldn't bear to see Dallin with someone else, and it dawned on him that Ryan was likely the cause of Dallin's avoidance. Alistair inwardly scoffed at himself. What was he lacking to be rejected like this? He was a billionaire, a handsome bachelor in the city who had women swooning over him. The irony was stark – the dream boy for countless girls was being ignored by the mochi boy. Alistair brushed away

“I told him there was a note. I didn’t give him the sentence.” Jude leaned back. The lower chair made him look longer, almost lazy. He was not lazy. Lena knew the difference. “Say the sentence,” Jude said. Lena said it. The words felt different with him in the room. *The third key only turns if both of you are in the room with someone who does not belong to either of you.* Jude looked at Owen. “Do I belong to you.”

"You — please — I belong to you—" "And will you let anyone else touch you?" "No." She shook her head desperately. "No, Damien. Never. I won't — I promise — please—" "Who," he said softly, his lips brushing her jaw, "is the only one who gets to have you?" "You." The word came out like a prayer. "Only you. You and no one else — Damien—" The vibrator roared back to life. His fingers began to move. Hard. Deep. Relentless. His pace climbed and she stopped forming words entirely — there was nothing left but sensation and his name and the headboard rattling above her and the coil inside her pulling so tight she couldn't breathe—

In her defense, she was alone at home and could be comfortable being alone. 'Annie leaves for her house every night. In fact, she only comes to work on the days Dad wants her to. Rest assured, she will not come tomorrow. She has prepared everything we will need for the week. And dad?" She had smiled, looking at Tessa. 'He leaves for work very early in the morning and comes back late at night. So you have the whole house to yourself until dad gets back from work.' Maribel had told her all this before departing in the Porsche Panamera she had gotten as a birthday gift from her dad. They were that wealthy, but she was too humble. Never showing off unless necessary.

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.