She Used To Be Mine Artinya Mga Nobela at Kwento

"We can talk about it, hmm further details, you know." She wiped the remainings on her lips then clears her throat. " Still same, I'll go with my life you go with yours." she seriously asserted. Meanwhile I'm attentively looking at her. "But you're mine." my mouth suddenly slip that words. "N.O." she strongly disagree, she fixes herself and then grab a water at the side. "I'm not yours and neither you are mine." She said. "No, You're mine. Since you have my child you are consider to be mine."

Because no matter what she was becoming, She was still mine…. My mate and I’ll go against anything or anyone to bring her back… that’s a promise.

His lips grazed her ear, his breath making her shudder with need. Henry watched her with pleasure-laden eyes, his hand coiling round her waist possessively. “You belong to me, Aurora. You're mine.” And he kissed her passionately.

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.

"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."

But his to what? *His to break?* *His to torture?* *His to punish?* She thought. ‘MINE TO LOVE.’ ‘MINE TO MEND.’ ‘MINE TO CHERISH.’ He whispered in her ears. ****** ******

' I really can't stand it when people use that word on me. 'He is mine' she gives me a fake smile and then turns around and leaves me standing there with my broken heart. What has my life become God, I cried myself to sleep again.

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.

I whispered, lifting her hand to my lips. “Mine.” Her fingers brushed gently across my jaw. “My husband.” She smiled. “Mine.”

How didn’t I notice his perfect teeth until now? “Thank you, M,” I gave him a nod, hugging my torso to keep the warmth. “M and M are back together, huh?” He used an old inside joke we made when we were kids, using our names and candy. “Who would have thought that the big city would make you even cuter?” Oh, God! A compliment already?