She's Mine Novel Novels & Stories

“Do you have any ideas for what you want? I’m not the most prim and proper person, and I have no clue what goes on at an inauguration, so I’ll take your lead here.” He chuckled. “And that’s why there are books written about these things, because I have no clue either.” “Just as well it’s been suggested that we get Hunter and Wayne on our side. Those two know a whole lot about this life than we do,” she commented. She squeaked when he grabbed her by her foot, dragging her towards him. “I just can’t wait to have you as my Queen.” “Is being your mate not enough?” she joked. He smirked, kissing her calf. “It is, but I want you to be mine in every way.”

Wait a minute… she just said… “Did you just say… you’re mine?” I questioned. She nodded and gave me a big beautiful bright smile. I got to my feet so fast I think I floated. I pulled her up and twirled her around. She giggled at my reaction. I stopped spinning her and placed her back on her feet, but I didn’t let her go. This time I captured her face in my hands. “I promise you; I won’t fuck this up.” I said and she laughed.

Abeer said and wiggled his eyebrows teasing me. "Don't call her Corgi" I threatened them and they only laughed. "Why? I thought that's her name cause you used to call her that" Aarav said and looked at me for the answer. "Her name is Ahana" I said as her name sounded foreign on my lips. I'm habituated in calling her Corgi that calling her Ahana sounds weird. I chuckled at my thought.

But the blood kept flowing, completely out of control. The sudden turn of events stunned everyone. Commotion rippled through the crowd, whispers and murmurs spreading in its wake. Clutching her phone, Courtney seemed on the verge of losing her mind. She screamed into the receiver, demanding answers. Yet, the only response she got was that her leukemia had relapsed. "You've got it all wrong!" she shrieked. "The one with leukemia is Isabella Carter, not me! What did she give you to make you lie like this?"

The fabric hugged my body like it had been made for this moment. “Done Ma’am,” she said softly. Her words settled between us. I stared back at the reflection before me, my fingers traced my jaw down to my chin. “Ava Johnson is gone truly,” I whispered, “now… I'm back as Ava Thorne.” “The Thorne heiress.” My hands steadied at the handle. For a second…I didn't move. Then I pushed the door open. Immediately I stepped into the room, voices thinned. Movements slowed, but I didn't. The corners of my lips lifted before I could stop it.

I burst into hysterical sobs like a madwoman. The moment I stepped out of the notary's office, a hand suddenly pressed against my shoulder and shoved me straight into the traffic. During the accident, I heard the dull sound of my head hitting the ground. Then darkness swallowed everything. When I opened my eyes again, I was staring at a mirror. The woman in the reflection was young, with blond hair and a sweet smile, longing for love. I lowered my head to see the pregnancy test kit beside me. I was reborn, returning to the first year when I just married Christian.

I broke down, and she showed up, pulling me back like she had done it a hundred times before. I didn't need that anymore. A cold chill seeped through me, and I started to shake. "Let go. I don't need your concern anymore!" She tightened her grip, her voice unsteady. "You're not dying. I won't let you. Please, Elliot." It sounded like she couldn't stand to lose me, but I knew the truth. That wasn't love. It was pity. I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling.

My mind again, slowly, neatly, shifted back to the woman. She wasn't just a woman. She was a miracle in my life. She was fragile. I did everything wrong, from start to end it's not the end but I somehow know-I'll end everything wrong. The only thing I know is that. SHE WAS MINE. SHE IS MINE. SHE WILL REMAIN MINE. That's the fact she needs to accept. I know everything about her, her past, her present and I'm creating her future too. Her life has belonged to me since I first laid my eyes on her.

She sat opposite me with a table dividing us. It’s the first time she’s left the secret mansion. The first time she’s stepped outside since she became mine. I knew she didn’t want to come, but what she wanted never mattered. She belongs to me, and if I decide she’s coming to Mexico, then she’s coming to Mexico.

I say. “You’ve never seen a photo?” He asked surprised. “Nope. She was wiped from the packhouse when she died. I don’t know anything about her. She told me that her name was Peyton.” I say smiling as I remembered the sweetness in her voice when she introduced herself. “I think you’ve been looking at these books long enough for now.” Connor says. “Maybe. But there’s a lot that I need to learn.” I say. “I know. But we’ve got plenty of time for you to learn all of that.” He says. So he took the books off of me and we went inside.