She's Mine Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

But with the scent exuding from her, I am sure of the fact that she is of higher blood. Is it just me or do I seem to be always taller than the ladies I meet? “I’m Hailey, Tyrone’s mate and Luna,” she introduces herself to me and I am surprised that I do not even know her. “Luna Hailey? Oh goodness. I didn’t know it was you. It’s nice meeting you,” out of courtesy, I hold out my hand for a shake and she accepts immediately. “It’s nice meeting you too,” she says and then withdraws her hand after. “So I'm here to just thank you and your beta for helping me out two days ago,”

Did she love him? Is she fucking someone else? That thought of that last one made me see red. I will not spare her if she dares to cheat on me. She is mine and mine alone. Nobody dares to touch what is mine especially when I'm still playing with it. She shall never belong to another for as long as I live. Even if I die before her which I know would never happen, my ghost would still haunt her to insanity and then death. What's mine is mine and that's final.

With him occupied, I pulled out the book I had managed to slip away from the library. The title ‘MINE’ was embossed in gold, though the letters were slightly worn as if they had been traced a thousand times. I opened the first page, expecting a ledger or a cold list of assets. Instead, I found a confession. The handwriting was sharp, elegant, and heavy with intent, like a chronicle of an obsession. Page after page, the author described a woman with a poetic, almost frightening reverence. He wrote about the way her hair caught the morning light, the specific, melodic pitch of her laugh, and the way she tasted like summer rain and secrets.

It was throbbing inside of her. "Do you know what would make me happy right now?" "What?" "Let our wolves make love," I murmured. She stared at my face. After a minute, she stood up and shifted into a beautiful white wolf. My dick protested when she removed it. I shifted into my black wolf too. She barked at me before turning and ran away. I always love a good chase. I barked at her and pursued her. She is Mine. Forever.

She closed her eyes and… her face… when I finally see her face… my world suddenly stopped as well… I… She slowly opened her eyes and confirming to myself that… she was… She was the girl I’ve been looking for throughout these years. She was the same girl I met accidentally years ago… @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT! (By the way: If you can understand tagalog, I have so lot of Tagalog Novel for you to read. Please visit my profile where you can see my works. Thank yo

Property. She was mine. Mine to own and protect.

Strange in a good way. She's mine. She belongs to me, To use as I wish, To take when I desire, To fuck how I want, To do what I wish... Red is mine... Mine to care for, mine to protect, mine to love. Wait... What! Did I just mention LOVE?

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.

She was mine. My property.

She had perfect skin and her lips were flushed dark red from God knows what, but her eyes? One was beautiful; blue as the ocean but the other...it was plain white with no iris or anything. It looked so deep and focused like she was cutting into me without a blade. I couldn't help wondering if she could even see in it. “But never forget…” her grip on me through my pants tightened, “…you’re mine. You belong to me. And I don’t fucking share what’s mine.” She leaned in just enough for her breath to brush my lips. I could feel her hot breath down my neck. Her hand started rubbing me harder through the fabric, the friction making me lightheaded.