Sooner Or Later You're Gonna Be Mine Comic Novels & Stories

“And now you’re mine. All mine. Just mine.” Under him, Kimber smiled. “Yours. Always.”

I was lost, my head hanging low as I took everything he gave me, my identity dissolving into pure sensation. "You're mine, Zoe. Don't ever say it’s over. Mmm-ph... fuck! You’re so tight! You're so fucking mine. Mine to fuck! Mine to own! Mine to do whatever the fuck I want with! Understand?!" "Yes! Ahhh! Mmm-nnn-gh! Harder! Zeth, please! Ohhh shittt!"

I crash the mirror with my fist. " You are mine Jade only mine...." YOU WILL BE HERE WITH ME SOON "

“Don’t make grand declarations yet, Sean. Deal with the engagement the day after tomorrow, then we’ll talk.” While she may have said “the day after tomorrow”, it was actually tomorrow. Daylight had unwittingly arrived in the skies outside the window. However, he refused to let her go just because of that. In the end, he satisfied his desires once again. He held her tightly in his arms after their lovemaking, stroking her cheeks with his hand, and sighing with deep satisfaction over his heart’s fulfilled desires. “You’re mine, Vee, and only mine,” he whispered.

"Your father is very greedy. He not only received money from me, but also from Hansel. However, I won't just lose and give up." "What do you want from me?" Even though she already knew, Sherly still asked to buy time. Now, she is thinking about how to escape the trap of the evil man in front of him. "Stupid question." Ronald snorted again. "After all this time, you still ask this stupid question." "You want to marry me?" Sherly asked nervously. "Won't." After heartache, Ronald has made another decision. "There will be no marriage, because you will only be my toy. Once I get bored of tasting your body, I will share it with other people, of course for a high fee. Do you understand what I mean?

All at once. "My best friend gave it to me." Quiet. Real. "Back when I was in the orphanage. So he could find me later." Damien went still. Not the careful, measured stillness from before. Something harder. Something that happened to him rather than something he chose. His eyes shifted red. "Him." One word. The temperature in the room dropped three degrees. "He gave you that." Not a question. His jaw worked once. "And you've been wearing it." His eyes cut to hers. "You don't wear what another man gives you. You're mine. What's on your body is mine. What touches your skin is mine."

“You've troubled yourself enough today so just get some rest.” My eyes blurred and my body swayed. What? “But– I am your Luna. I should stand by your side.” I spoke up again, biting my lips in a tremble. Whispers rose around us, chatters like incessant bee heaving. Arianna smirked. I glared at her, at him. Hatred was beginning to grow a seed in my body. I swallowed hard, “I'm your mate. I'm a yourate and your soon to-be Luna.”

You know well that this word is not in my vocabulary. I hear the beep of the sliding door, a sign that Taylor has arrived. I continue my game with my new toy. I shoot both of his legs one by one because I don't want to kill him, not yet. I have time to have fun with him, so why rush? -Miss, what are you doing here?

Looking down at the documents,I moved closer to her and said. "Okay,great,he'll always choose you.Congrats!You must feel so happy.You have him now but what I don't understand is why you still need to harass me because of him?Why do you need to emphasize that you own him now?Are you so insecure?Or does he truly give you no assurance that you really own him now?"I mocked. I walked passed her and stopped when she suddenly let out a scream. Turning around,I saw that she had spilled the hot coffee on herself.

For now. “Joker... What exactly do you think I am to you?” Her voice cuts through the silence, sharp yet hesitant, as if she’s afraid of the answer. The question sends a jolt of amusement through me, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s so simple, so obvious. How can she not see? “You. Are. Mine.” My words spill out like a fact etched in stone, unshakable. Of course, she’s mine. She has to be. She belongs to me in the way the night belongs to darkness, the way chaos belongs to madness.