She Is Mine Novels & Stories

She was already in verge of tears but she try all possible best to control it. “ No, Aaron can’t disvalue me, I am the heiress of the Johnson jewels, why will Aaron still treat me like a poor girl begging for love. I have obey him too much, it’s time to try make him see that I can be all sexy and tough too. Yes, I Laila Johnson can and will do that.” Laila said to herself as she sat on her bed.

She was Mine. As I seethe bitterly, i heard footsteps approaching. The steps were so familiar, I instinctively turned around and as I felt it, Kelvin trudged towards me. His smirk grated on my nerves so much, I wanted to tear apart his mouth with my bear hands, tearing off the victorious grin he wore, ,that made my blood boil.

“She’s mine now.” The room erupted into chaos.

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.”

she spat back, her voice laced with possessiveness and defiance, a stark reminder of the entanglement that bound us together. A surge of defiance rose within me, emboldening my next words as I stood my ground, unyielding in the face of her resistance. "I think you are forgetting something here. I'm the man here, and I have the right to choose who I want to be with," I countered, my tone firm and unwavering, a flicker of rebellion igniting within me.

She said. “Why?” I asked. “Because now I get to know who you are.” She said. “I’m no one.” She said. “You’re not no one. And I’m going to prove that.” She said, turning on her heels and leaving the room again quickly. **********

She said and I crashed my lips to hers. This girl is mine.. always be mine.. always will be mine.. everything is mine.. I don't share won't share will never share.. From now on.. SHARE will be erase from my dictionary of life

For now. “Joker... What exactly do you think I am to you?” Her voice cuts through the silence, sharp yet hesitant, as if she’s afraid of the answer. The question sends a jolt of amusement through me, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s so simple, so obvious. How can she not see? “You. Are. Mine.” My words spill out like a fact etched in stone, unshakable. Of course, she’s mine. She has to be. She belongs to me in the way the night belongs to darkness, the way chaos belongs to madness.

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.