She Is Mine Artinya Novels & Stories

Every part of her body is mine she belong to me alone , her heart soul and body belong to me not this lustful men no one is allowed to look at her again SHE IS MINE

she whispered, but the words barely scraped past her throat. He ignored her. His mouth dragged over her skin, sloppy and possessive. His grip was bruising, fingers digging into her hips, his body pressed so tightly against hers that she could barely breathe. "You’re mine," he muttered against her collarbone, his voice thick with drunken arrogance. "You always will be." A tear slipped down her cheek. Ashley pushed against his chest, her hands trembling, but he barely noticed. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. "Stop," she tried again, but it came out hoarse, broken.

He pulled a book from the nearest shelf without looking at the title and opened it to a random page, letting his eyes skim over words that refused to form meaning. "You're the new one." The voice came from his left. Marcus looked up. A young person sat cross-legged on the couch beside him, androgynous and striking, with close-cropped silver hair and eyes so pale they were almost colorless. They wore loose linen pants and an oversized sweater that hung off one shoulder, revealing a collarbone sharp enough to cut. Their feet were bare, toenails painted black. "I'm Juno." They said it without smiling, studying Marcus with the intensity of someone reading fine print. "Room 214. Been here six wee

my name is suddenly called by a feminine voice and I have no choice but to turn to the side to catch a glimpse of my caller. All I can see approaching me is a lady with curly hair. Not just a lady with curly hair, it was a pretty lady. She was stunning with her oiled chocolate skin, her curly hairdo, and her caramel lips. I might sound gay complimenting her that way in my mind but I believe in appreciating something beautiful when you see one. “Hi?” I say, trying to decipher who she is. But with the scent exuding from her, I am sure of the fact that she is of higher blood.

Her curves were so accentuated and the top of her joggers had perfectly shaped her body. He was able to notice her intricate details, how her chin was shaped perfectly and also how her eyes were blue. She was beautiful. He closed his eyes for a moment while drawing in his breath. This was his employee. A quick reminder sank into him, he had to keep this job no matter what it took. This was his saving grace. Drooling over his boss’s body was definitely not part of his job description. Kesa wore a joggers set she had gotten off Fenty. This was her favorite pair. She loved the tank top most especially because it held her body and made her feel more confident. The color alone took her attention

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday. Opening her eyes she realized it was afternoon for sunlight now streamed into the room through the partly parted curtains. She felt better after a nap, it did her as much

She’s mіnе. Shе’ѕ bееn mine since we wеrе tееnаgеrѕ. The thought of саllіng аnd аѕkіng for hіѕ help іѕ іmроѕѕіblе. Nоt when hе hаѕ her wіth him. I’m nоt gоіng to be thаt guу.

And so, I made it my mission to uncover the secrets hidden behind those mesmerizing eyes, determined to unravel the enigma that was her. The moment we kissed, she became mine. She is mine; she is just mine and no one else's. I have decided I will make her mine. She is mine to adore , mine to touch, and mine to do anything with. I will steal her and hide her from this world's eyes. I will cherish her and protect her from any harm that may come her way. She will be my everything, and I will stop at nothing to ensure her happiness. With her by my side, I feel complete and unstoppable. She is mine, and I will never let her go. When I brought her to my hotel, I wanted to spend more time with her;

But his to what? *His to break?* *His to torture?* *His to punish?* She thought. ‘MINE TO LOVE.’ ‘MINE TO MEND.’ ‘MINE TO CHERISH.’ He whispered in her ears. ****** ******

This woman is mine. And I've claimed what's mine. The End.