You Are Mine Novels & Stories

"You. Are. Mine. Don't you dare forget that? You came back; you are never leaving me again." Holy shit... I am Ace's Jiminy Cricket...

There were also years worth of letters he'd written to her and stored in a promise box along with the gifts to one day give the woman he loved. "Allie, I'm never letting you go. I've loved you since the first breath you took. I won't survive without you. I want to be tied to you in every way possible. Every part of me is yours, I belong to you. Do you understand?" he asked huskily. "Yes," she whispered, stepping closer to him. He brought his hands up to her face and touched her ears then cupped her jaw and tilted her head. Pressing his lips against hers, he said, "Because you're mine." END OF BOOK ONE

-Amara's POV- love you* you are mine ,with those words he flipped me to be on his laps ,did he just said he loves me ,that must have slipped out ,he can't probably fall in with someone like me ,he leaned on my earlobe kissing me like crazy showering my neck with the hungriest and warm kisses , You are mine he said once again ,this time he whispered into my ear emphasizing on the words *Mine* ,I blushed I could never asked for anything better than this ,he flipped me again to lay on my back and smirked . I will make you ask for more baby "He said

Before I can pass out, Brady’s voice rings clearly through my head one last time, pushing me over the edge and into oblivion. “You are mine, to do with as I please. Especially now that you are branded as my own!”

"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."

The voice deepened. My skin crawled. This person knew me, but I had no idea who the fuck they were. It could be anyone—someone in my school, someone I sat with, some random person on the street. They could just walk up to me and slit my throat, stab me, or push me into an oncoming vehicle. “You took what was rightfully mine, and it is only fair that I pay back.” What the fuck did I take? The will? Was this Selena? Is she the one behind this?

I come with a broken sob, spilling over my fist in thick pulses, clenching so tight around the handle he curses roughly. He keeps it buried inside me for a long minute, both of us panting. Then he eases it out, slow and careful, leaving me empty and dripping. “You’re mine,” he murmurs against my mouth, kissing me deep and possessive. “Don’t ever forget it.” I nod, boneless, wrecked, and somehow more alive than I’ve ever been.

"No, Master! I'm sorry… I'm just… I…" He pressed his forehead to mine. "I know you are, sweetheart. I'm aching as well. My cock is pressed right up against your wet, hot, little pussy and all I can think of is slamming into you and fucking you so hard that you can't walk up to the house. But I also want to savor this moment with you. To taste every inch of your sweet little body. You can handle it because you want to please me, and you know this will."

"This is about what I want, and what I want is you. Maybe at the beginning, I was blind to realize how badly I wanted you in my life. But Carm, I don't want to spend the rest of my life without you in it!" "Liam, I…" "Be mine again." Pausing for a second, Carmen bit her bottom lip and then said, "I have always been yours, Liam. But are you mine?" "I am. From this moment onward, I'm yours, Carmen." Liam uttered, staring into her teary eyes. Then he put his hand around her waist, held her tighter as his body pressed against hers, claimed her lip, kissing her deeply with a sense of relief coursing through him.

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t