Shes Mine Novels & Stories

she said. “You heard me, but you didn’t really listen, so you didn’t understand me. I told you that this was originally a house in my name. But from now on, this house is yours. I have completed the procedures to transfer this house to you. Now, you are the owner of this house,” Travis said.

She pulled me closer and grabbed me by the neck. “Listen to me carefully, sis…” she squeezed the quiet yet clear threat through her teeth in a raw rage: “HE IS MINE!!! He is not and will never be yours. He is MINE and mine only. This is the one thing I am not sharing with you…not sharing…not now or ever…did you hear me?

I don't give a fuck if he loves her, she's mine. She can be OUR dirty secret, but if she's ever going to belong to someone in public, it's going to be me.

Those luscious lips called out to me. Everything was Mine. She was supposed to be Mine. Suddenly her eyes met mine, and I couldn't believe it. ‘Mate.’

She was Mine. As I seethe bitterly, i heard footsteps approaching. The steps were so familiar, I instinctively turned around and as I felt it, Kelvin trudged towards me. His smirk grated on my nerves so much, I wanted to tear apart his mouth with my bear hands, tearing off the victorious grin he wore, ,that made my blood boil.

The scent was the same. Mine. Always mine. “This is to show everyone that you are mine. You always have been. You always will be.” Mael growled inside me. “She's still ours.” And she can fight that.

“Something I’m not sharing.” Her breath hitched. “Especially not with him.” That landed. Good. Because I meant it. She looked at me, really looked this time. “Then say it properly.” I raised a brow slightly. “Say what?” Her voice dropped just a little. “What we are.” God. I let out a quiet breath. “You’re mine.” The words came out low. Not loud. Not aggressive. But certain. Her lips parted. And instead of pulling away… She leaned in.

Thank goodness she’d brought her tweezers. Wait, she needed to focus. She was talking sense to herself, remember? “Lucia Hills. This is all fake. This is a fake date; this is a fake boyfriend. You can’t just go around kissing hot guys who look like they come straight out of a movie set because they smile at you like that and listen to you prattle on about your job for a few minutes.

she whispered, but the words barely scraped past her throat. He ignored her. His mouth dragged over her skin, sloppy and possessive. His grip was bruising, fingers digging into her hips, his body pressed so tightly against hers that she could barely breathe. "You’re mine," he muttered against her collarbone, his voice thick with drunken arrogance. "You always will be." A tear slipped down her cheek. Ashley pushed against his chest, her hands trembling, but he barely noticed. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. "Stop," she tried again, but it came out hoarse, broken.

“Your lips, body, and even your damn tongue, I own it. Its mine—fucking mine to kiss, to touch, and even shamelessly fuck you here." She shivered.