She Is Mine Novels & Stories

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

Yeah I know she also doesnt talk to neighbors they all stare at her ,the girls actually getting jealous with the way Dray looks at Lucinda. Hey Dray can we workout with you if you don't mind Cherise says getting too close to him but Dray moves away from her ,no problem as long you won't cause any problems he says.When can we start the girls get close to him but still Dray resists them,anytime you ready let me know now let me get back to my workout girls ok they say as they move away from him.

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.

"Well, yes. I don't want to start this by lying, so, truth is, I kind of own the company." "You own Cosmoline?" Jasmine spoke with a shaky voice. "Yeah and I..." "Liam?" A woman from behind interrupted his words and caused Jasmine's gaze to fly from Liam's to hers. She was a tall and curvy woman with sunshine blonde hair and blue eyes. She was dressed in a beautiful A-line gown that showed off her features. Before Jasmine could have enough time to analyze her looks, she bent down and placed a kiss on Liam's lips. Jasmine stared at the both of them in utter horror.

he murmured, his gaze fixed on hers. Before she could react, his hand closed around her arm, pulling her up so their faces were inches apart. His height towered over her. One hand slid to her waist, pulling her against him, while the other traced the wet line of tears down her cheek. “You’re mine,” he said quietly, the words laced with danger. “My property.” Her breath caught. “I’m not property. I deserve to be loved—truly loved—by someone.” His jaw tightened, eyes darkening. Then, a slow smirk. “We both know the truth.”

said Sherly sincerely. "I love you more. You are only mine, and I would risk anything to protect what is mine, it will always be that way."

” I found it confusing but she kissed me again and she ended up with her back on the wall, she raised her right leg to wrap mine bringing me close. I lost my sense because my dick was erected, gosh, how on earth can I control this, why is she tormenting me. "Honey..” I called her trying to stop her and she refused, "Come on love, I know you are shy but you don't need to be, I am your wife hum, let's make out, what do you think? let's go in.” I noticed it was just two of us left after Mr Smith left so I said to her, "You can stop acting now, there is no one here.”

Matteo's Pov She has nothing of mine? She has nothing of mine?! I crane my neck back, laughing without an ounce of humor whilst the water continue running down my body. She's delusional if she thinks that she isn't mine. Her existence is mine, that body is mine, those eyes are mine and should be kept on me, those lips are mine. Everything she has is mine. Everything she is and will ever be belongs to me. Especially those two angels.

The only thing I could do was to step back slowly. Whoever that was behind me seemed to have read my mind. They matched my pace and kept a fair distance from me. Step by step, I retreated until I reached a cliff. When I finally turned around, I saw a girl. Half of her face was disfigured, and the white dress she wore was stained with blood. She marched toward me and let out a quiet laugh. Her voice was extremely soft, but it pierced my ears like needles. I instinctively reached up to touch my ears—only to find that it was covered in blood.

Permanently. No one will love her like I do. No one will hurt her like I can. That's devotion. That's ownership. And she knows it, too. Even when she tries to act strong. When she lies and says she hates me. When she scratches at my chest like she wants to escape—her body betrays her. Her thighs tremble. Her lips part. Her heartbeat screams truth. She's mine. And the moment I walk through the door again, I'll remind her exactly who she belongs to.