She Used To Be Mine Artinya Novels & Stories

“You’re mine.” And I was.

Because she was mine now. And I wasn’t letting go.

She smiled. “You’re mine.”---

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 was mine. My property.

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

She was mine alone. Mine.

"He must love you a lot." "Oh, he does," she said, her eyes twinkling. "Even when my mind betrays me, his love keeps me grounded."I felt a lump in my throat. Her words resonated deeply, making me think of Jake. "That sounds beautiful, Naty. True love is rare." She sighed softly, looking out at the rain. "It is. Sometimes, I don't remember him. But he always reminds me with his kindness and patience. It's like he brings me back to life every day."

This woman was mine. She belonged to me. I owned her. But fuck if she didn’t own me too.

I was just interviewed at some agency, not at that very place. I took a blouse, folding it neatly and putting it into the suitcase. But the instant my fingers touched the cloth, it all went still. I held my breath. That blouse was familiar. Of course it was. She had made it especially for me. My seventeenth birthday present. The sewing was not done perfectly; it was never the point. At the time it meant everything. Before she left. Before she picked somebody else. Before she turned her back on us as though we did not exist.