You Are Mine (english) Novels & Stories

Mine to own. Forever.

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴋɪss ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴋɪss ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀs

-I know, but I can't risk them taking you from me. -You're crazy, I yell at him. -I helped you because that's what I would have done for anyone. I'm not yours. -You are mine, and you will stay here. Because that's what I want,he yells at me angrily.

he murmured, his gaze fixed on hers. Before she could react, his hand closed around her arm, pulling her up so their faces were inches apart. His height towered over her. One hand slid to her waist, pulling her against him, while the other traced the wet line of tears down her cheek. “You’re mine,” he said quietly, the words laced with danger. “My property.” Her breath caught. “I’m not property. I deserve to be loved—truly loved—by someone.” His jaw tightened, eyes darkening. Then, a slow smirk. “We both know the truth.”

of scissors and some pins, and I’m on my way back after handing them over to her sir”, the housekeeper replied. Damian’s thoughts ran wild and he yelled,” It can’t be “, as he ran and made his way to the guest room.” I hope I’m not too late” he whispers to himself, hoping the freak in the guest room had not slit her wrists as he made his way to the door and pushed it ajar. A very surprised Bianca, spun around to see who had barged into her comfort zone,” Oh, it’s you”, she said aloud recognizing her savior. Damian Rivers had never been so mesmerized at the sight of a woman, she looked surreal, the sunshine acted as a backdrop behind her, casting shadows of its light into her dark brown almo

She was mine! ' My love, wait for me '

He let me go and moved a few steps back and ran his hand through his hair. “In fact, I want to skin that asshole alive for even thinking about you!” He roared as he paused and looked at me. “Listen to me and listen good, you are mine. And only I have the fucking right to think about you or even touch. You are mine to corrupt, dirty, and destroy. No one can look at you the way I do.” He declared and held my arms, shaking me.

"I just need more room to love you right." He stood and held out a hand to her. After a moment of hesitation in which Wyck forgot how to breathe, she took it and let him lead her to the small bedroom. Before he lay her down on the double bed, he made short work of undoing her jeans and slipping them from her hips, letting the denim puddle at her feet. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Angel," he whispered in benediction. "You're magnificent." He saw the faint red blush cover her body as she stepped out of them. "Better than all my memories."

"You’re whatever I want you to be." Brett gripped her rib cage and tipped his head back. "And what’s that?" "Mine." She nipped his throat with her teeth. "All mine."

" After meeting you I found my breath, " " After meeting you there is magic everywhere, " " After meeting you I become more alone even in the crowd, " " After meeting you I learn how to live, " " You heard my prayer my heart's words, what left to ask for, " " Without you I am nothing, with you I am everything, and I want to thank you, " " I do not know how to say, that moments are touching me, " " It's like there is your presence, " " I don't know how to say, that my heart is living with new ambitions, "