Shes Mine Novels & Stories

Her eyes - those deep green eyes which have trapped me in their abyss - glistened with unshed tears. She shook her head frantically, "No, Kes. I'm sorry." She wheezed. "Jake," I hissed after a moment of silence, the name burning like acid on my tongue. My jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. That bastard had the audacity to call her ‘Mine’? His? No. That word belonged to me. She belonged to me. "Do you think I don't know where your little lover boy lives? Hm?" I spat, and she froze, her trembling body stiffening against the wall.

I leaned over her back, sti​ll buried​ deep, and‌ s⁠poke aga‍inst her ear. “You’re​ mi⁠ne Aurora, not Mia’s drama, or Zoe‍’s project. Min​e.” “I’m y‌ours‍…” Her voice broke as I slamme‍d into her again. “I’⁠m yours…” “Then sto⁠p listening t‍o​ anyone who tri​es t​o co‌nvince you ot⁠herwise.”

I don’t let him finish. The word comes out as a roar. Primal. Possessive. Final. “MINE.” The forest goes silent. Rhea stares at me. Tears streaming down her face. “Yours,” she whispers. And just like that, everything I’ve been searching for, everything I’ve been waiting for—it’s here.

she's Mine. Beads of sweats run down my forehead as my veins popped out in visibility, her arms hanging around my neck while she begs for more with every thrust and no matter how deeper I go I can't get enough and she wouldn't stop asking for more, fuck….if only she knows I'll lose my mind without fucking this little pussy of mine.

She’s mіnе. Shе’ѕ bееn mine since we wеrе tееnаgеrѕ. The thought of саllіng аnd аѕkіng for hіѕ help іѕ іmроѕѕіblе. Nоt when hе hаѕ her wіth him. I’m nоt gоіng to be thаt guу.

Snow mumbled. She gathered all her strength, dragged herself out of bed, and went into the bathroom. Snow then looked in the mirror and could hardly recognize her appearance. Her puffy eyes, the black circles around her eyes, and her pale face had Snow in shock for a moment about her look. But within a few seconds, she was in a gloomy mood again and cared less about her appearance. Snow felt too exhausted and disheartened to undress, but she got through it. Her cute strawberry-designed night pants slid off her legs unto the pinkish rug.

Her teeth dig into me, and the shock of it surges down my spine. There’s a primitive satisfaction that she wants to own me, while a part of me cannot believe she took that liberty with me. It is my prerogative as leader to mark her first. Mine to own, to claim, to do with her as I want. I’ve been holding back, and she has taken advantage of that; she has taken the lead in this mating game. More than the physical hurt, it’s my ego that roars in protest at the liberty.

Now, when his arms enveloped me, she was waking up, hungry. “M, you want to be mine.” Matt whispered in my ear. “I can tell by the way your breathing changed in my arms.

I hushed her down gently as her body trembled slightly against mine "none of this is your fault" "Well we shouldn't have come here together then. Look at how I have managed to hurt Mia just when I have had the pleasure of meeting her" she complained some more through her sniffles. She pulled away from my hold and looked up at me to met my eyes "I really didn't mean to ruin anything minho"

She was teasing me, tormenting me, and she damn well knew it. The deep red of the shirt brought out the green in her mischievous eyes as they stared down at me, challenging me to deny convention. Challenging me to deny my own sense of proprieties and give into the lustful urges that were pounding through me.