You Are Mine Novels & Stories

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.

Vee, I’m willing to use my death as a means to end these mistakes and return you to your peaceful life. Vee, Vee, Vee, Vee, Vee. I simply insist on chanting your name, hoping to embed it firmly into my memories so that it will follow me into the netherworld.

asks Esteban and I smiled nodding. "I am already in my home. Wherever I am with you, it is my home." "God, I love that you remember whose you are," Esteban says smiling. "Whose am I?" I pretend not to know. "You are mine, woman. Only mine" Esteban says taking my chin then kisses me. Yes, I am only his and he mine. As it should be. As it was always meant to be. The End

"You have always been mine. Even when you were gone. Even when I could not find you. Even when I did not know if you were alive or dead. You were mine." "Yes," I gasped. "I am yours. I have always been yours. I will always be yours." "No one else gets to have you," he said. He thrust deeper. Harder. "No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to hear the sounds you make. You are mine. Only mine." "Only yours," I said. "I have only ever been yours. There has never been anyone else. There will never be anyone else."

I will never try to change you, change you I will always want the same you, same you Swear on everything I pray to That I won't break your heart I'll be there when you get lonely, lonely Keep the secrets that you told me, told me And your love is all you owe me And I won't break your heart They continued to dance even though the song was already finished with slow moves, with closed eyes. As the situation was purely silent now, Aaron started to talk. “I love you, Jeanne… With all my heart,” whispered Aaron. He went silent and continued. “Offer me with anything, but I won't trade it with you,” said Aaron and landed a kiss on Jeanne's neck.

"You are mine, and you shall always be mine." A shiver racks through Amelia's body as Alex nips at her skin, eyes hooded and gaze fixed on his woman. A steady chant of mine, mine, mine calls out to her. Amelia doesn't even know if Alex is saying the words out loud. He's too focused on the heady feeling invading her mind, possessive and claiming and as dark as Alex himself. His, his, his. "You and I are one forever."

Strange in a good way. She's mine. She belongs to me, To use as I wish, To take when I desire, To fuck how I want, To do what I wish... Red is mine... Mine to care for, mine to protect, mine to love. Wait... What! Did I just mention LOVE?

Claiming. "You're mine," he whispered against my lips. Between kisses. Between breaths. "Mine mine mine. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every thought. Mine." "Yours." I arched into him. Needing more. Needing everything. "That's right." His teeth caught my bottom lip. Tugged. "All mine. No one else gets this. No one else gets you. No one else even gets to imagine this." His hand slid down my side. Gripped my hip. Fingers digging in possessively. He shifted. Pressed against me. Let me feel every inch of him. Let me know exactly what I did to him.

oh Goddess! A loud growl sounded out behind me and I was pulled and crushed into a hug [[ MINEE! YOU ARE ONLY MINE! YOU CAN ONLY LOVE ME! DO YOU HEAR ME MATE? ONLY ME! ]] whew this is sexy, his possessiveness over me, my own arousal begins to circle much to my embarrassment. His grip on me tightened and I felt his erection pressed against me, holy mother of wolves, this man is going to break me!

For now. “Joker... What exactly do you think I am to you?” Her voice cuts through the silence, sharp yet hesitant, as if she’s afraid of the answer. The question sends a jolt of amusement through me, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s so simple, so obvious. How can she not see? “You. Are. Mine.” My words spill out like a fact etched in stone, unshakable. Of course, she’s mine. She has to be. She belongs to me in the way the night belongs to darkness, the way chaos belongs to madness.