She’s Mine Novels & Stories

When an attacker threw acid at my face, Mom was attending my cousin Celeste's family induction ceremony. But that day was my eighteenth birthday too. As I lay dying, I used the last of my strength to send her a voice message. [Mom, help me... I'm on the West Side. Someone is trying to kill me.] Her reply came almost immediately. [Stop using these tricks to compete with Celeste for attention, Emilia. I know exactly what you're like.] That same night, the Don summoned Mom back to the Romano estate to investigate an unidentified body found on family territory. The victim's face had been destroyed. Chemicals had eaten away the fingerprints on both hands. Mom led the security team through three d

Knowing Marco, he'll put up a fight but no matter what happens, I won't back down. She's mine. She will always be mine. ****************************************************

she snapped, rolling her eyes and I let out a huff. "You seem to forget I'm no longer the poor and pitiful Heaven," I retorted then she clapped. "That's true. I guess you can never wash off the poverty from your body. You still look as poor as ever even though you've been sleeping your way all through the ladder all these years. Some people just need to accept that no matter what, they can't compare," she snarled in a mocking tone as her eyes raked over me. I huffed. "Well since you're that rich, I guess you'll have to compensate for ruining my pants," I replied, pointing at the stain on my pants. When we bumped into each other, she had spilled her coffee on me.

"Ari, how have you been recently?" The young woman was very tactful and let go of Jasper. "Jas, you can talk to Ms. Carlton. I'd like to look around and have some fun." I wanted nothing more than to avoid him. I hastily retreated three steps backward and refused sternly. "No, we're not close!" Both of their expressions changed. Nicole's shrill voice rang out as she charged over to us. "Ariana Belson, you slut!" I was startled. My eyes met Jasper's, and then I looked away in disgust. What was the deal with her name? Why had he found someone whose name was so similar to mine?

Her hands dragged over his chest, claiming skin that had once carried the weight of legacy now it carried her. Cassian groaned, hips lifting beneath her, desperate and reverent. “Say it.” She ground down harder, breath hot against his neck. “You’re mine.” His head fell back. “Again.” “You are mine,” she repeated, teeth against his ear. “Not the system’s. Not theirs. Just. Fucking. Mine.”

She refused to accept it. "You conniving witch! Give me back my money!" She screeched like a banshee, practically pouncing on me to attack me, but she was clamped in place by Charles, his expression cold and sinister. With a sneer, he said, "Didn't you say that you loved me for who I was, and not what I had? You spent money to fake medical reports, lied about being terminally ill, drugged my drink to get into bed with me, and caused me to get divorced.

Woah, that's kinda rude which I didn't even invite her to sit. "Nope but I do know you as Mrs. Duncan which was supposed to be me," she said arrogantly. I was shocked by her sudden confession. I just praised her beauty a moment ago and I take that back. Her personality wasn't beautiful. "Oh, forget to introduce myself. I'm Grace. Used to be Dominic's lover and will be again in the future," she said smirked. Gosh, if only I have a gun with me now I will shoot her with my own hand. Such a shameless woman to claim my husband to be hers. Wait, did I mention husband just now? I can hear my inner voice giggled like a teenager that fall in love.

She was helpful to me. She gave me a shoulder to cry on. Her legs to sleep on during those difficult moments of my life. That’s the main reason I’m still entertaining her. I exhaled and left my office to prepare for tonight’s dinner at moonlight pack. ********** //Max\\ Fucking shit! This is some kind of a joke! She is mine! Fucking mine! No one can have her! No one can have my mate! She is mine to reject! Mine to play with! Mine to destroy! Mine to do whatever I want with!

She is lovely, and she is mine; she is Reina. MINE! I growled. Knowing fully well that today I will claim what is mine When her thin finger curled around my throbbing cock, I let out a growl. Her small hand strokes me gingerly as she maintains eye contact with me. Her gentle kisses against my skin pushed back my swelled dickhead. Over her soapy skin, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum in its wake. She was incredible, and I desired her. I wanted to take a bite out of her. I wrapped my hand around her chin and tugged her face to look into my eyes as I told her what I was going to do to her.

Ted Knowing I had her at my mercy at last, I decided to go slow this time. I wanted to enjoy this moment. Being inside of her, knowing she was mine, was pure ecstasy. Everything felt amazing, the way she moved under me, her body, her scent, everything. She was going to be with me as my wife and the mother of my children, no matter what she said or wanted. She was all mine, mine to do what I pleased with.