What’s Mine Is Hers Novels & Stories

That woman is the real deal. She has the heart of a stone-cold killer. Sure, she's all sweet and loving... until you mess with her family. Then you see a totally different side of her. One that can make a grown man whimper like a baby. She'll reach inside your chest, rip out your heart with her bare hand, and toss your carcass out the back door to feed the dogs before going back to the kitchen to finish off her antipasto platter as if nothing ever happened. Does my mother-in-law scare the shit out of me?

"He's ours." "Yes. Ours." Aurora smiled and her eyes closed as they shared a passionate kiss. A lot of years had gone by, yet she remained madly in love with him. He was hers. Now and always. "And forever." Henry replied. Aurora chuckled when she realized he read her mind again. "You're mine, now and forever." She whispered. "And you're mine, Aurora." He whispered back. "Mine to claim." ... And so it was that Henry and Aurora were united in the end.

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?

she said while getting dressed and she left . My mind goes immediately to Anna , the girl i met few hours ago , the only person i crave to be in my room at the moment was her , i crave to fuck her over and over again until she can't walk anymore, i'd pound into her in every position possible , i'd spoil her in any way possible , I'd get her whatever she wants, i would give her the world I've never felt anything towards Amelia , it was fun fucking her , but now , after meeting Anna , fucking Amelia was off the table .

Her hands dragged over his chest, claiming skin that had once carried the weight of legacy now it carried her. Cassian groaned, hips lifting beneath her, desperate and reverent. “Say it.” She ground down harder, breath hot against his neck. “You’re mine.” His head fell back. “Again.” “You are mine,” she repeated, teeth against his ear. “Not the system’s. Not theirs. Just. Fucking. Mine.”

She refused to let any of it go to waste. I couldn't stop myself from bursting into tears. I demanded to know why she was treating me like that. "You have to take it. Otherwise, you won't get better," she explained. I knew what she really meant. If I didn't take it, Noah wouldn't get any better.

“Sapphire, that haute couture dress you are wearing, which costs twenty thousand, was bought with Jonah’s supplementary card. “Jonah also paid the rent for the large condo you live in. Those diamond earrings were the highlight of the auction last week, and Jonah bid on them for you.” The room erupted with whispers. Sapphire’s face turned pale, and she looked ready to faint. I stared at Jonah’s frozen expression and let out a cold laugh. “You always said you wanted to help Council members in difficulty, Jonah. Do you see anything about Sapphire that looks difficult? Does she look like someone who needs financial help? “While you tried to save her, you allowed her to step on me. Tell me, Jonah

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

"Stay away from what's mine." Mine hangs there, ugly and possessive. The anger I've been carrying all morning catches fire again. I don't blink. I let her see I'm not moving. I tilt my head half an inch, studying her like she's a locked door I've decided to kick. "He's not a thing." Lila's smile flickers. It recovers, barely. "Excuse me?" "You said what's mine," I tell her, voice level. "Like a jacket. A parking spot. He's not a thing, Lila. And neither am I."

For a brief moment, it even made me feel jealous. Smack! Before I could react, my left cheek was burning with pain. I stared at Shane in disbelief as his hand hovered in midair again, only for him to lower it when he saw my reddened eyes. "She didn't bring any sleepwear, so what's wrong with her wearing one of yours?" Finally, I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Shane, so whatever she says is the truth now?! Am I really that petty in your eyes? "I don’t owe you anything for coming to this world!"