She Used To Be Mine Artinya Novels & Stories

she wriggles but I just tighten my hold. "Stop resisting me. I'm all yours now," I let out laughter. "You pervert." "Well, this pervert is your lovely husband that you fight for yesterday." I was beyond happy. I succeed in marking her as mine and made her attached to me physically, mentally, and emotionally. Now, my job is to love her more until she can't back off from me. ......................................................

"You kissed me yesterday and it was everything I ever wanted" He averted his gaze from hers. "I felt loved and cherished from just a kiss that wasn't even meant for me". She said, her voice nothing more than a whisper. She sniffled quietly. "And I am ashamed to admit that I didn't want you to stop, a part of me wanted to give in, to just pretend to be Sayya for just one night, perhaps I wouldn't have felt so lost and unloved.......". Sobs choked her and she clamped her palm against her lips.

“I’m sorry, I startled you”, Alex said,” I’m Alex, Damian’s friend”, he said putting out his palm for a handshake.” I don’t know my name, yet “, Bianca said, putting her palm on his gently.” I heard from Damian, you lost your memories”, Alex said,” I can’t believe it sometimes, it feels like I never even existed until now and it’s frustrating sometimes “, Bianca replied removing her palm from Alex’s hand to express her emotions. Alex felt empty when she withdrew her palm and he was surprised he craved the warmness.” Take my jacket, it’ll keep you warm, you’re shivering “, Alex said as he removed his jacket and handed it to her.”You’ll be safe here with Damian at least, you don’t have to worr

And not one time did he stop to glance behind him. I watch his back disappear from the room. I wanted to at least see his face. To know he regrets betraying me but I'm left alone in the silence of his room, saddled with the memories that chose to bombard me that moment, reminding me how perfect we used to be, how everything is supposed to be perfect. The familiar bed, the sheets, the scents and the walls that probably remember my echoes and moans are mocking me now.

It was of the way her voice had curled around that single word earlier, possessive, certain, like a claim neither of them had spoken aloud before. Mine.

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

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 wasn’t changing a thing and I definitely wasn’t going to throw anything of hers out. “Everything’s here.” She said. “Of course it is.” I said. She sat on the bed next to me and I held her hand in mine. I didn’t want to let go of her for a second. I was afraid tht she would disappear again. “I really don’t know what to say right now.” I said. “Neither do I. I was just so focused on getting back here.” She said. “I know what you mean.” I said. And she looked around the room.

She explained. “So am taking history now” I said and she glared at me. “I know how much you detest art but always try to impress me by taking me on trips like this” She said. “Really? So you got me wrapped under your fingers since a long time” “Hmm…..You could say so” She said and I smiled. We took a look at a lot of artifacts and Amy tried her best to explain what each mean and what it symbolizes, how on earth do people love this stuff?.

She slides her thumb up to my lower lip, pressing down gently. ​“Look at you,” she whispers. “You’re like an unopened book, Camila. You think you’re predictable; you think you’re that sweet girl waiting for the love of an ordinary man. But beneath that blouse buttoned up to your throat, there is a hunger no man would ever know how to satisfy.”