She Was Mine Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped as I saw her turn on her heel and march back over to the stage. “Boyfriend huh?” I closed my eyes, freezing as I heard that all too noticeable whiny voice.

"Well, yes. I don't want to start this by lying, so, truth is, I kind of own the company." "You own Cosmoline?" Jasmine spoke with a shaky voice. "Yeah and I..." "Liam?" A woman from behind interrupted his words and caused Jasmine's gaze to fly from Liam's to hers. She was a tall and curvy woman with sunshine blonde hair and blue eyes. She was dressed in a beautiful A-line gown that showed off her features. Before Jasmine could have enough time to analyze her looks, she bent down and placed a kiss on Liam's lips. Jasmine stared at the both of them in utter horror.

But with the scent exuding from her, I am sure of the fact that she is of higher blood. Is it just me or do I seem to be always taller than the ladies I meet? “I’m Hailey, Tyrone’s mate and Luna,” she introduces herself to me and I am surprised that I do not even know her. “Luna Hailey? Oh goodness. I didn’t know it was you. It’s nice meeting you,” out of courtesy, I hold out my hand for a shake and she accepts immediately. “It’s nice meeting you too,” she says and then withdraws her hand after. “So I'm here to just thank you and your beta for helping me out two days ago,”

I don’t know what she’d do if she finds out, but again I wasn’t going to give her any chance to find out. I had been stalking her for days now. She was the most gorgeous woman I had come across. But her repulsive nature irked me. She was fucking mine and she still didn’t get that! I had to do something. Something before I lose her. I had six months left. Six months to claim her has mine completely. I didn’t want her to go. She belonged to me. She was mine to ruin, corrupt, and destroy! I tried. Tried hard to make it difficult for her to get out of this fucking marriage but she’d escape every fucking time!

She kisses me back before talking again which surprises me. "I want to make one for daddy too when he comes home. He loves pancakes too and this is his favorite." She adorably giggled splashing the powder again. Maribel looks at me helplessly and sorry. I can't change the truth as it will live forever even if I'll change my name and place.

-I know, but I can't risk them taking you from me. -You're crazy, I yell at him. -I helped you because that's what I would have done for anyone. I'm not yours. -You are mine, and you will stay here. Because that's what I want,he yells at me angrily.

“I said what I said. Your nakedness disgusts me to my core” He callously said, moving away from her. She sat up, holding her boobs with her arm, this time trying to cover itthem whilehe picked up the night gown she flhad hungo the side earlier. “You are bewitched. Mark! You have been bewitched. I must agree with the mistress on that” She said, angrily but still trying not to raise her voice to not allow the whole thing esto calate “And who do you think you are to call me by my name or tell me I'm bewitched?”

Right? I was going to kill any fucker who looks at her or touches her lustfully. She was mine and mine alone. Mine to own, claim, and possess. She was domineering, but she was mine. Mine. I smiled mindlessly at the thought of the fact that she was mine alone. I was grateful to lanky Angelo for giving up a good thing.

I might not own anything. But she was mine. She would always be mine. It didn’t matter who she slept with. Who she fucked. Remy Calloway had no other choice but to be mine. “No. Nothing at all.”

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t