Shes Mine Novels & Stories

She reminds me of that little helpless girl. She is wearing a white flared mini skirt and a matching cropped sweater. She has mid-thigh black boots and I furrow my brows at the Gucci bag in her hold. Where the hell is she going this early? Eva ignores Dre's presence and walks to me until she is standing between my parted thighs. Someone might think we are on good terms but no, she wants to make sure I'm releed up again. It's her mission to frustrate me. "You didn't tell me your friend was coming?" she whispers, taking the cup from my hands and setting it on the counter. I love her hair. It makes me want to inhale it.

Her tough exterior was all that was known to most of the people she met, Ima and the other house helps however, knew what she really was like, or what she used to be. After a small talk with Ima she concluded by saying; "I'll be on my way now". Ima nodded. "Take care, Miss". She said. Sayya nodded and walked away. On stepping outside the cool night's breeze blew against her, caressing her face ever say softly, the moon glowed brightly illuminating the sleek jet black Mercedes waiting for her to unlock it and get in, it's headlights flashed as she pressed the button of her key to unlock her beloved Raven, she closed the distance between them soon enough and got in, the ignition started with a

She gripped the blanket around her, seeking refuge from the mixed emotions flooding her heart. "Mine, are you awake?" Seth asked softly, but with anxiety in his voice. Jasmine didn't answer, just remained silent in uncertainty. Seth, feeling no response, tried again. "You've been crying for too long, Mine. Can such sadness stay with me? Am I not enough for you, Mine?"

Ever. She’s mine. Completely and irrevocably. And if she doesn’t end up loving me, well, she’s still mine.

Strange in a good way. She's mine. She belongs to me, To use as I wish, To take when I desire, To fuck how I want, To do what I wish... Red is mine... Mine to care for, mine to protect, mine to love. Wait... What! Did I just mention LOVE?

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

Evelyn looked at me, seeing my reaction. “You will get used to it, she told me calmly. I giggled softly. No way am I getting used to it. And I wasn’t. How can anyone get used to something like this? “This mansion is… stunning.” I said, gazing all around me. It belongs to Mr. Valois, Evelyn said, with a small smile on her face. So, that was his name, Mr. Valois. Mr. Valois is not here at the moment, she explained. He left for his work. Later tonight, you’ll meet him.”

Tracy nodded in a positive response while her hand is still on her cheek “Don't ever imagine a low life like you can ever stand a chance to become a Winthrop. Dreams are expensive, so stick to what you can afford. The best privilege heaven could ever drive your way is to get a shelter in this mansion as a maid. Stop making him regret bringing you here you filthy animal." She paused, giving one of the most discomforting gaze that'd make even pets question their existence.

I shook my head feeling funny. "That comes out as a mistake," she said. "The sweet mistake and it's ok. As I told you earlier, everything that you saw earlier is all yours, and even the hidden part that you haven’t see yet also yours," I said and gazed down at my body which made her eyes widen in shock. She threw the napkin at me which made me laughed happily. "Pervert!" "Ok, ok," I raised my hand in surrender when she slapped my arm. "Back to our topic, the honeymoon. Do you have any place that you want to go?" I asked while we resume our breakfast.

V: "Miss Shanaya, did no one tell you that no one should touch other's thing" S: "Ohh, really!!! How is it yours when I touched it first?" Slightly brushing his lips to her right ear, making her shocked, and, pretending like it was unintentional, he spoke with Authority "Miss Shanaya, you might not know me, that's why I am telling you for the first and last time. Whatever I see became mine and, I don't like sharing what's mine." Dismayed by his gestures, Shana tried to calm herself by enlightening herself he was doing all that to distract her, to make her defenceless.