You Are Mine Book Novels & Stories

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The bamboo was tall, straight, and fierce just like the script on the letter. … Hello Vivian, As I’m writing this, you are fast asleep by my side, and when you receive this letter, my filthy body will be buried six feet under in God knows where. It’s strange, isn’t it? That we could meet again after a year, separated between life and death. You are reading the words I’ve written, and I'm gazing avariciously at your face. Vee, I'm as despicable as ever, yet cowardly and weak.

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."

He found himself on the edge of remembering. The spell broke with the elevator doors sliding opened. His fingers still tightly entwined with hers as they step out in one movement. “You are staying with me,” he said in a voice ringing with uncertainty. “Fine,” she said softly. She has already decided to fight for him. It was clear he was reacting instinctively. “You are mine,” he said again. The way he said it was almost like he was confirming something to himself. I am yours… her heart confirms silently.

Yuvraj's POV •••••••••••••••••••• "DON'T YOU KNOW THAT NO ONE. NO ONE CAN TOUCH YOU OR LOOK AT YOU OTHER THAN ME?" I roared. She flinched at my outburst and her eyes welled up. How dare he touch her! She was. She is. And she will always be Mine. Fucking Mine.

I tried shouting but once I opened my mouth a moan escaped instead and I felt the man's excitement intensified as if that single moan was what he was waiting for. "P.. please" I pleaded but he wouldn't let me off. Instead his grip tightened as he proceeded assuring me continuously that he will make tonight my best night. I cursed his eighteenth generation over and over again. what enjoyment??, stupid I just want you off my body you bastard!, "Somebody help!" I screamed as loud as I could but no one came to my rescue, I felt nauseated every passing minutes his hand remain on my body, " help me!!" I cried out again struggling to control my body trying to make it obey me instead of his touch. I

Looks like it was just as useful as a makeshift place to keep her confined until I wrapped up here. But here she was right where I wanted her to be. She won't escape me anymore she was now mine her words confirmed it so she couldn't just walk away from me. I couldn't wait to make her mine for real she was going to be my wife she would learn to love me too. I smile as the tour bus door closes behind her sealing her exit and turn back to look at the world most deadly men. “Damn Gio, she must have one hell of a pussy if she’s got you grinning like the cat that ate the canary after you already put a ring on it.” A roar of laughter echoes through the tunnels at my uncle Vinny’s words.

Then, she turned back to him. “Mine,” she repeated, voice brittle. “You don’t even know what that means.” His brows lifted a fraction. “And you do?” Silence stretched again, taut and dangerous. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Instead, her eyes flicked toward Naomi’s sleeping form, lingering a second too long. Damon saw it. He didn’t comment, but his jaw tightened. Soonie dragged her gaze away, forcing a sneer. “You talk about her like she's your property. Like one of your cars or your houses. But she’s not your property. She’s Naomi. She’s… she’s everything...”

My hands were steady but my heart wasn't. Jerome walked in. "You'e serious about this?" I didn't look up from my bag. "I already decided." “You are not going alone.” His boots crossed the floor slowly and deliberately until he stood directly in front of me. I finally lifted my eyes. “This isn’t a negotiation.” His jaw flexed. “Everything is a negotiation when it involves your life.” I turned back to my bag. “The sanctuary is bound to me. Not you. Whatever is hidden there-- whatever the ring unlocks... it responds to my blood.”

spell took time to wear off. "What do you want?" He stared right at me. "If you're going to drink my blood, get it over with." "Drink your blood?" I chuckled. "Your Highness, you're underestimating your own value." I stood and walked to a bookshelf, brushing the dust from a heavy tome. "Look at these." I pulled out a copy of The Prince, its pages filled with notes in an ancient script. "Do you recognize this language?" Adrian frowned and shook his head.