She Used To Be Mine Artinya Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said softly. “Yes,” I whispered. “We survived. And we built something real.” For the first time in my life, I felt completely at peace. Not just happiness, but a deep, steady joy that came from knowing we had earned this life together. The girl who had once run, the woman who had faked her death, the child who had cried alone in fear and pain—she was gone. In her place was a woman who had survived, grown, and learned that love was never about possession, control, or fear.

She was mine, and I wouldn’t want to have it in another way. “You’re mine,” I whispered. She responded in deep wheezes. With every flick of my finger, she seemed to be going out of control. “You are mine. My mate, my luna,” I said. She looked at me, her gaze adultrated with lust. “Say it,” I told her. "You… are... mine?” She could barely speak in between her gasps of breath. I nodded my head. “Yeah, I am yours, baby. And you, my beautiful mate, are mine.”

She tacked on the end statement just for me. “I belong to my mate and only my mate,” I said with unwavering certainty. Despite everything that she had been through and everything that had been taken from her, my mate still chose to be mine. She still chose to let me treat her like she should have always been treated. It was me she chose every single day just like it was her that I chose every single day. “Perhaps you just need a reminder then,” she said with a dark chuckle and tossed a wink to the idiots who were frothing at the mouth.

He'd gotten down on one knee beside me and clasped my hands, saying tenderly, "I love seeing you like this, Maeve." I'd saved him and trapped myself in a horrible nightmare ten years ago. Ten years later, he personally broke my finger, and with it, the last thing that tied us together. … As I lay in the abandoned warehouse at three in the morning with my fingers splayed in awkward, broken angles, my men hurried in with medical equipment. The warehouse behind me was set ablaze. As the fire burned and ravaged the building, I leaned into my seat and called the person coordinating my plans.

And when I finally let her come, when I felt that tight pussy clenching around my cock, she would know exactly who she belonged to. “ You are mine, Isadora. You are mine to break and defile beautifully.”

"She’ll come back. She’s mine." And that’s when I smile again, the cold satisfaction washing over me. I’ll have her back. I’ll take back what’s mine.

She refused to let any of it go to waste. I couldn't stop myself from bursting into tears. I demanded to know why she was treating me like that. "You have to take it. Otherwise, you won't get better," she explained. I knew what she really meant. If I didn't take it, Noah wouldn't get any better.

I looked at her pursing my lips, moving away from her remembering I was supposed to stay mad at her. She smiled, pulling me in a hug again and said "Ah I love you. And I swear we can go any day you want. And this time I won't bail end moment." I narrowed my eyes and said taking out my pinkie finger. "Promise?" She intertwined her finger with mine and said nodding, with a sweet smile on her face. "Promise."

I don’t care if she doesn’t want to do anything with me but she was mine the day I laid my eyes on her. I sometimes feel sorry for her. She unknowingly got involved with a monster. I wanted to not feel things. I tried to push her away but she unleashed the beast, that I had suppressed for years now. Now my awakened beast will do anything to make her completely mine. Her soul belonged to me and soon I would claim it.

“Here’s the truth— he makes me feel alive and more of a man and I mean this in the most nasty way. Something you never could and what you never will be.” Her words gutted me. Something cracked inside my chest. For years, I had kept her small, controlled and made her mine but the woman standing in front of me wasn’t that creature I had created. This was something new, and it was dangerous. “You’re mine,” I spat, but the words shook and came out weaker than I wanted. She laughed— a cold, cruel laugh that sounded like freedom. “No, Perry. I was yours. Past tense. So, not yours anymore.”