What’s Mine Is Hers Novels & Stories

Ever. She’s mine. Completely and irrevocably. And if she doesn’t end up loving me, well, she’s still mine.

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.’

I told her she can't take me, she insisted she could. I told her she would break and she did. I told her she would cry and she did cry. Guttural—that would have echoed through the entire mansion if the room wasn't sound-proofed But damn at the end of the day, it doesn't matter—because she's mine now. Claimed. Mated. Mine!!!

“You and your tragic romantic destiny. Okay fine, if you won’t talk about your nonexistent date, we’ll talk about mine.” I raised a brow, curious. “You have one?” She gave a soft, humorless laugh. “Not exactly.” I turned to face her fully. “Maxine?” Her pencil stopped moving. The breeze picked up a strand of her hair and tossed it across her cheek. For once, she looked… uncertain. “You know how everyone always talks about mates like it’s this perfect fairytale?” she said quietly. “Like the moon goddess just… gifts you your other half and everything makes sense?”

"You think she's the one who saved you. That's why, when she said she felt insecure, you gave her the apartment and made her your legal wife. Even if it meant destroying me, you still chose to protect her." Mason didn't answer. He just looked at me, his expression growing tighter by the second. "What are you trying to say?" I looked away and gave the housekeeper a slight nod, signaling her to wheel me back inside. "Go back and find the original investment agreement," I said. "Check the handwritten note in the bottom right corner of the last page. See whose handwriting it is." I turned the wheelchair toward the hospital. "You don't even know who saved you," I said without looking back. "That

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."

"Ah, such sweet power. A pity you don't get any, sister." She leaned in close, her voice a cold whisper in my ear. "Men are fickle, Elena. They whisper sweet lies. They plot betrayal. Use them before they use you. Drain him of his value. Be a good girl. Just... eat the prince." "Fine," I said with a smirk. I glanced at the silver bowl of herbs beside her, my heart turning to ice. My dear sister. Did you really think your cheap imitation would work? The priest and the prince. Both of them will be mine.

“And you’re mine, which means I decide how much of you the world gets to take. And the answer is fucking zero.” “Possesive and Selfish huh?” I kiss her lips softly. “You bet your gorgeous ass, I am.”

"We can talk about it, hmm further details, you know." She wiped the remainings on her lips then clears her throat. " Still same, I'll go with my life you go with yours." she seriously asserted. Meanwhile I'm attentively looking at her. "But you're mine." my mouth suddenly slip that words. "N.O." she strongly disagree, she fixes herself and then grab a water at the side. "I'm not yours and neither you are mine." She said. "No, You're mine. Since you have my child you are consider to be mine."

V: "Miss Shanaya, did no one tell you that no one should touch other's thing" S: "Ohh, really!!! How is it yours when I touched it first?" Slightly brushing his lips to her right ear, making her shocked, and, pretending like it was unintentional, he spoke with Authority "Miss Shanaya, you might not know me, that's why I am telling you for the first and last time. Whatever I see became mine and, I don't like sharing what's mine." Dismayed by his gestures, Shana tried to calm herself by enlightening herself he was doing all that to distract her, to make her defenceless.