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she whispered weakly, her voice airy and exhausted. She looked breathtaking. Her hair was a wild halo on the pillow, her lips were swollen and red, and her skin was covered in the marks I had left. She looked like she belonged to me. Because she did. I pulled the covers over us and kissed the top of her head, pulling her small body against mine. “Mine and mine alone,” I whispered into the quiet room. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” My Novel.

Shane We sat in silence and I watched as the wheels churned in her head. She stared at me and I could read her like an open book. She was trying to figure out how to get me to change my mind, but I wasn’t, I wouldn’t. I wasn’t asking her. I already made up my mind. She was mine and as much as I would love to feel her quivering around me, I didn’t have to claim her for her to be mine. She was mine.

Starting at forever and Ending at Never . She is My beginning and She is my end too . . Playing Game of chasing , hiding behind the pillar of questions are not my types . . She can ran away from me and bump into someone else too But What's Mine , is mine and She is mine . . But no one can come in between us . She is my wife , taken by Me and I have all rights reserved On her . . I crave the calmness she give to my soul . . I'm the only one who knew that how I lived this two months without her . .

Hello and Aslamulaikum to all the lovelies Hope you all are doing well. So , firstly i want to thank Good novel app for giving me this amazing opportunity i want you all to support me and shower me with comments and likes Do review me about the book . I hope you all will support me and help me in reaching success This story is about two identical girls The male protagonist fell in love with the identical of his fiancé. What will happen when an obsessive man fell in love ? Now will he claim her ? What's written in the destiny of both girls? Regards Minie polo

I gazed at her longer to get a better look. That was when she also looked at me. “Oh…” Her eye colour… “Suna?” Clairmont stopped beside me. He seemed to follow my gaze when he asked, “Who’s that with Carter?” “Oh, that?” I unconsciously smirked, somewhat excited. I mean… “That, is the revered Minerva Lyle Williams, the female protagonist of this novel!” …What are the chances that I get to meet the female lead here?

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.

she is mine. Forever. And whoever did this to her, should pray to whatever god they worship because I will make them PAY!

“No matter what.” Morning arrived, and as I opened my eyes, I was met with the emptiness of the bed beside me. She was gone—just as I had expected. A bitter sigh escaped my lips as I raked my fingers through my disheveled hair, sitting up slowly. I couldn’t help but wonder—did she realize I wasn’t Vincent? Did she finally understand that the man she thought she was with wasn’t the one she once loved? My gaze drifted to the pillow and sheets where she had lain, the faint scent of her still lingering. My chest tightened as my eyes fell on the small red stain on the pristine white fabric. The realization hit me like a freight train. I was her first.

"Just kill me instead, grandpa! She's not welcome in our family!" Brian's words are like a dagger that keeps on stabbing her already fragile heart. All she wants is to have a family, a father and mother, siblings that she can call her own. Maybe her feelings don't matter to Brian, but his words hurt her the most. It's more painful because he is her best friend. "If she ever loses her memories, I think it won't last that long since her head doesn't get that much damage, right?" "But if she wakes up without remembering anything, Nana Salome. I'll take her abroad like I told Renoir. She will stay there until she recovers."

"You're mine." "You're mine." She whispered back, lightly placing her lips on mine. She pushed me back on the bed and leaned over me. Her hair fell in thick curtains around my face, and I was trapped in her intense gaze. I watched as the lilac flooded her irises again. "And I'm going to show you just who you belong to."