World Is Mine Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Never forget who I am. I carved a bloody place for myself in one of the most brutal cities on the west coast and I hold it with an iron fist. You are the only person that I love, but I will not allow disobedience from even you. You've been warned." Allie held her breath as his words sank into her frightened mind. The girl in her was giddy with happiness that Jay loved her, but the woman in her was terrified at the implications of his words. He meant to take her, keep her and own her. She would belong to him and he would tolerate no fighting from her. Yet how could she meekly accept her fate without a fight? Would he really hurt her? How far would he go?

I reply and he clears his throat and kisses my forehead. “How do we rewrite the stars? Say you were meant to be mine, Nothing could keep us apart, You’d be the one I was meant to find, It’s up to you, And it’s up to me, No one can say what we get to be, Why don’t we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours, tonight” He sings calmly and I smile heartily. He is a great singer and I love him very much. “Do you really think that the world can be ours tonight?”

And no one takes whats mine. And as I give the magic free reign, the world around me fades to black.

“You’re mine, Mia. And I’ll burn the world before I let anyone take you from me.” Her breath caught, and for a moment, the storm outside seemed to quiet in her eyes. But I knew it was only the beginning.

“I close my eyes and I can see The world that's waiting up for me That I call my own Through the dark, through the door Through where no one's been before But it feels like home They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy They can say, they can say I've lost my mind I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy We can live in a world that we design 'Cause every night I lie in bed The brightest colors fill my head A million dreams are keeping me awake I think of what the world could be A vision of the one I see A million dreams is all it's gonna take A million dreams for the world we're gonna make There's a house we can build Every room inside is filled

I ask smiling. Suddenly, a song that Aninka many times I have heard her sing, starts to play, Love, Maybe, by Secret Number, I think that's what it's called. I blush as I hear the lyrics of the song and as the lights go out while electric candles light up the place. I want to run, not because I don't want to accept it. But because it's too sweet to bear. But, clearly, Aninka didn't think so. Because, yes or yes, this was Aninka's idea.

“Please let me go I don’t belong in your world!” “My world is you’re world Kacey. You agreed to being mine and you will stay mine through thick and thin.” “Please let me go!” “Mine!” He roared.

He leaned in close, and I could see his eyes flashing as he struggled to control himself. "Girl, I want you to know that, once again, we are not done. If you think this is the end you are sadly mistaken. I'm not sure what the hell gave you the impression that I got my fill of you or that I would let you walk away without a fight, but you are dead wrong. You are just lucky I do not have the time to properly punish you right now. So, let me explain it to you this way and I hope the message sinks in this time," he said very quietly as he leaned even further in so his whole face filled my entire vision. "YOU...ARE... MINE," he growled out and I felt each word hitting me like a blow to the gut.

Elleanna turned on Weight of the World by citizen Soldier on her phone and sang along to it “Feel the weight of the world…over me tonight….if i break…if i break down this time..hope you know I tried…my mind’s such a mess..I can’t handle it…I’m at the end of my rope…I’m so sick of this…just so over it…why won’t you let me let go?…my neck is breaking..body shaking..sometimes it’s so hard to breathe..but no one sees…it follows me..I always end up..underneath…the weight of the world..I don’t like…like myself very much…despite all your kind words…can’t explain why I’m hurting myself..but it feels deserved…my mind’s such a mess..I can’t handle it..I’m at the end of my rope..I’m so sick of this..I’