Novel & Cerita She’s Mine

Giving him a light peck with her eyes again turning a shade softer than ever, she whispered possessively going absolutely close to his ears as if afraid he'll wake up and scream for Alicia and scorn her way. “You’re mine. Only mine. Mine to hurt. Mine to kiss and Mine to ….,"

My voice rises up a level. She blinks a couple of times, taken aback by my outburst. She opens and closes her mouth, words not coming out. " It's late and I should hit the sack, I'm pretty beat." I say, hinting that I'm done with this conversation. " Right........I guess I should go." She says , turning away from me and starting down the porch. I feel bad now. " Hey!" I call her. She glances over her shoulder at me." We haven't had Thursday Shake in a while, I'm kind of low on the sweetness." I shrug with a small smile.

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

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.

Felix asked angrily. The girl let out an owl laugh. "Am I really not suited to this? I'll just remind you, huh? Looks like you had forgotten that between you and me, all this things are mine. " She deliberately emphasized the word ' MINE' with a sly smile. Because of that she could clearly see the tight clenching of its fists. She felt even more excited.

The pain in his chest is unbearable; the agony and failure that he's feeling right now are too much for him to handle. "Just look for someone else, grandson. Because from this day onwards, Ariana is your sister. She's off-limits for you, Brian Gil. She's forbidden."

Like she has spent so long chasing this fantasy that she no longer remembers who she was before it. Slowly, she shakes her head. Her lips move under her breath. At first I cannot make out the words. Then I realize she is repeating the same thing again and again in a whisper so soft it barely reaches the air between us. “Mine. He is mine. I won’t let her take him. Mine.” Over and over. Like a prayer. Like if she says it enough times, reality will finally bend into the shape she wants. My fingers twitch at my sides while I watch her carefully.

Mount on her until she could no longer yearn other men. She was mine to have. Mine to claim. Mine to mark. My mate. My possession. MINE!!

If he so much as touch a fucking hair on their bodies I would fucking kill him. She’s MINE. My mate. My Omega. MINE.

’ ‘I’m not yours! ‘Oh, but you are.’ There is no trace of lark in my tone when I claim her. ‘Get out of my head. You sick fuck.’ She goes for another thing. Probably realizing she wasn’t about to win that first argument with me. I’ll be very happy to show her just how much she is mine. How she is undoubtedly and completely mine. I don’t mind breaking the rules for her. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do on this earth to make her mine.