What’s Mine Is Hers Novels & Stories

It seemed like this wasn't their first meeting. When Danzell called Jasmine "Mine," Seth could hardly believe his ears. His heart pounded, a creeping sense of displeasure surfacing. Until now, he had been the only one to call Jasmine that. It was a term of endearment between them, symbolizing their closeness, affection, and protection. Hearing someone else use it made him both angry and jealous.

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.

If I found the strength to leave, I’d have to drag him away, and he’d fight. We’re not going anywhere quite yet. “Come on. Tell me why.” “It’s mine.” “No, it’s not. I bought it.” She snorts softly. “That doesn’t mean anything.” She would see it that way. Her kind has no respect for property rights. “Explain to me why something I paid for with money I earned doesn’t belong to me.” She’s getting flustered, shifting from one foot to the other, her fists stretching out those sweater pockets. “It was yours, but now it’s mine.”

“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.

It felt like some cursed treasure chest—off-limits and dangerous. Back when we'd sneak kisses in here, I used to ask what she kept inside. She'd never say. Just told me to guess. I tried every code I could think of. My birthday. Hers. Our anniversary. Nothing. Now, hands shaking, I punched in Leonard's birthday—praying I was wrong. Click. The safe opened. My stomach dropped. Inside were two rings. The bands? Engraved: Aurelia & Leonard. Old-school design, but they were spotless—like someone still took care of them.

It was of the way her voice had curled around that single word earlier, possessive, certain, like a claim neither of them had spoken aloud before. Mine.

Did she love him? Is she fucking someone else? That thought of that last one made me see red. I will not spare her if she dares to cheat on me. She is mine and mine alone. Nobody dares to touch what is mine especially when I'm still playing with it. She shall never belong to another for as long as I live. Even if I die before her which I know would never happen, my ghost would still haunt her to insanity and then death. What's mine is mine and that's final.

“Uh, sis? When you put it like that—.” “Now to the terms and conditions,” she flipped the file open. “There will be no feelings attached. Neither would there be justifiable acts of jealousy or envy. No one is bound to the other in actuality, so you can have your actual partners over, provided that they are aware of and agree with the detailed instructions concerning the arrangement. You are to utilize separate bedrooms during the course of this pact. Sexual activities with each other are highly inappropriate and should be avoided at all costs, regarding the—.”

But she couldn’t because he wasn’t hers anymore. He was mine, and I wasn’t letting go. Not for anything Not for anyone He was mine And I was finally brave enough to claim him

Felecia stated. "But to be honest, everything about Mr. William and his adopted son is a mystery." Mark said before taking a spoonful of his warm cream of wheat. "So, we are both orphans now." Snow said as her tears dropped into the bowl. Everyone became silent after Snow's statement, and their eyes got fixed on her as she wept bitterly.