She Used To Be Mine Artinya Novels & Stories

She had claimed him while they made love, just as he had claimed her. Everything about her fascinated him, called to him and told him she belonged to him completely. Her declaration had led him to believe that she felt the same way. When a Were claimed someone with the word 'mine' it meant they were claiming their mate. He knew she was his, had probably known from the very first day when she'd fallen from the tree and his heart had almost stopped. He just hadn't been willing to admit it to himself.

our bodies vibrating together. She was mine now. All mine. Just like she always had been. I smiled the truest smile. I was completely and utterly the happiest I had ever been.

She is just a pawn in my game. She left frustrated, looking a last time at me. I looked at her picture for the last time, dragging my thumb along her beautiful face and tore it apart, " You won't be able to save yourself from me! If you are not mine, you will not be anyone's "

He was not going to think any more of Saaransh or his love, he, was going to have what he wanted, be it in any way. He smiled from the bottom of his heart when his heart made him proud by saying" I marked her mine." ................................................................... HUHOOO...He marked her as his!!! Enjoy reading it :) Love to all <3

I didn’t want to explain to her what we were because I’m so stupid that I would surely tell her that she’s mine, that she belongs to me or something like that. “You’re my owner.” She smiled with that. She has no idea of the enormous difference between what we are and what she claims to be. “I’m your mate,” I corrected. “Mate? Is that an owner? “ she asked, and I shook my head. I had to choose words that were easy and that she could understand without making a huge mess in her head. “Mate means I’m your life partner,” I finally explained. “Dad once said that my mate would be my owner,” she told me and looked at her feet, which she had been swinging for a while.

She was mine, mine to love and mine to claim. “You’ll be mine, Amelia. I’ll make sure I get you.” I muttered to myself.

“Which part?” “Mine.” I shrug. “It’s true.” “And certain?” I add. Her lips curve slightly. “It is.” I hold her gaze. No matter who’s watching She’s mine. And I’m not letting anyone or anything forget it. "Let's go home babe."

I winced. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I can stop—” “No,” I said quickly, surprising myself. “Please… stay.” She paused, then continued. “I used to think things would get better once I was claimed,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But here… being claimed just means you’re used up in a prettier room.” I swallowed hard, the knot in my throat threatening to choke me. “I wasn’t supposed to be here,” I murmured. “I was Luna. A wife and he said he loved me.”

A reminder of what she is now. Mine. I pull back just enough to whisper, "You don't have to love me. You don't even have to want me. But you're not going anywhere." "Ever." How am I supposed to tell this stupid little lady of mine, that she is safe with me. She thinks she is the unsafest here but she doesn't know the truth. I need her. I want her. To stay with me. She is mine. I will possess her. I will keep her. Safe with me.

No one really got the kind of hurt we carried. So yeah, she was right. I clung to life. Even when other kids pinned me in the snow till I turned blue—I never wished for death. Even when the Rineharts brought me home, only to grow cold thanks to Leonard's drama—I never gave up. Even when Naomi chose Leonard right before our wedding—I didn't fold. But Aurelia? That almost broke me. Maybe I let my guard down. Just a little. Only to find out I was never her first choice. Everything had been a placeholder. Every 'I love you' a lie.