She Is Mine Manga Novels & Stories

"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—

For him, she softened. It made me furious. She should only belong to me. Though I purchased her, the day I bought her, she became mine. No one else’s. But mine. I nibbled harder on her lips, my hand coming down to grab her waist, stretching it flush against mine. She fought harder, slamming against the desk, wriggling under me, but I wasn't going to let her get away. “Quit fighting me,” I snarled against her lips. “You’re mine. Do you hear me? Mine.”

I growled at her. She blinked rapidly at me, her long, fake lashes moving slower than her eye movements. “ I took your silence as a yes. But if you don't want a picture, it's fine. Give me my phone back,” she reached for it. A useless gesture since I towered above her and the phone was held above me. “I'm thinking I might keep it.” I smirked unkindly. I glanced at the phone and winced. On second thought, I'd best give her back. It was a powder blue colour and decorated with stickers and rhinestones. It looked horrible.

ever caught chapped. Sayya's smile softened as she focused on the teacup in front of her, carefully she reached out and picked it up by the delicate handle making sure that her pinky stuck out, she raised the rim to her lips slowly and took a small sip before she set the cup down on the saucer. She raised her gaze to meet Aunt Zarah's which held pride and admiration. "I did well, didn't I?". She said, her eyes twinkling with delight. Aunt Zarah smiled and nodded.

“What has a ‘she’ got to do with this?” “You have not confirmed the identity to me so I could always wonder if a ‘she’ is involved,” “It’s a ‘he’. And you have seen him before. But I won’t say you know him.” “Who is he then?” “The warrior I stalemated in a fight at the Dark Moon pack... that’s him.” “That same one you couldn’t stop talking about?” “Yes,” I say, “he’s the one.” “Start explaining the complicated situation in it. I’ve still not seen what’s complicated about being a mate to a warrior from a rival pack. Or better still, a warrior that went toe to toe with you in a spar,”

Yuvraj's POV •••••••••••••••••••• "DON'T YOU KNOW THAT NO ONE. NO ONE CAN TOUCH YOU OR LOOK AT YOU OTHER THAN ME?" I roared. She flinched at my outburst and her eyes welled up. How dare he touch her! She was. She is. And she will always be Mine. Fucking Mine.

" Are you hungry dear? I've baked some muffins." My stomach grumbles. " Yes please." I walk past Wesley to take a seat. "Please help yourself. Tea, hot chocolate, juice -----------" " Hot chocolate, if it's not any trouble." " I don't mind dear." She says, taking out a cup for me. I feel him sit next to me, so I turn to face him. " Have a bath first dear, there's a pretty lady present." Anita speaks up without even glancing back. " Oh, but I see two pretty ladies." Wesley responds.

Hermione stood up. “Don't ever compare yourself to me.I am not,was never and will never be like you.If you want to think I cheated go on ahead.I owe you no explanation whatsoever.I am no longer yours,”she said angrily.He saw it all.The beauty.She was still as beautiful,now more beautiful.Its like she wasn't aging.There was a spark in her eyes as she spoke.

I shackle both her wrists with my hand. She hisses at me. The sound thrums at my nerve endings. The hair on my neck rises, and my brain cells seem to fire all at once. I can’t help the smirk that curls my mouth. Just how I like it. Hard. Wild. My kind of dominion. Warmth pools in my chest. “What are you waiting for?” She surges up, trying to pull out of my hold. I lean my weight on her, not enough to hurt but with enough pressure to show her who is bigger, more powerful. Who is in charge—and, yes, to make it clear that she is mine to command. Mine to do with as I want.

“Thank you by the way.” Miho just smiled and quickly walked back to her seat. She sat down and carried on doodling on her piece of paper. “Can I seat with you if you don’t mind?” she asked looking at Miho. Miho nodded her head as she let the girl with earrings on her face to move pass her. “By the way I’m Veliou Knight and you?” asked the girl with earrings on her face. “Miho, Miho Weapon” replied Miho shaking Veliou’s soft slim caramel hands.