You Be Mine Novels & Stories

LYRA’S POV It has been long settled since I was twelve years old–my marriage with Damon. Now I am standing under the glowing natural light, clad in this red dress that smells of sweet lavender and clutching the red roses Aunt Maya carefully picked out specially for this night. The air is nice and moist, the atmosphere is amazing and the moon is slowly showing its face. I stretch my neck towards the walkway. Damon hasn't shown up yet nor his father, Alpha Thorne. Then towards the front row of people and there my best friend in the whole wide world is standing and I see her mouth “Go girl! Luna incoming!”

-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.

“Say you’re mine.” I press my forehead to hers, my breaths tangled with hers, needing her to feel what I can’t say yet. Her hot breaths press against my skin. I slow down to make sure she feels every part of me, giving her a moment to respond to my question. “Ahhhm,” her soft, broken moan echoes in my ear, making blood rush to my dick. I feel it. I can feel her falling. And God, I fall too. “I don’t care how long it takes,” I whisper against her lips. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And you’ll never walk away.”

Some of my frustration faded when I felt her steady, strong heartbeat under my hand. “You’re letting me in. That makes you stronger than you know.” She put her hand over my heart. “Is there anything else that you want me to know?” I hesitated for a moment. “You can trust me, Beanie. I’m your mate. We belong together. There is nothing that anybody can say that will make me walk away.”

“Shannon, let’s forget about Sean. We have shared so many happy moments together. Isn’t it a good thing if we can just go back to the old days? Shannon, I really love you so much. I can’t live without you. Do you need me to make you mine before you love me wholeheartedly, just like how you love Sean?!” To make her his woman? Shannon’s body trembled even more now. No! She would never be Julio’s woman! She belonged to Sean as long as she was alive; in fact, she still belonged to Sean even if she was dead! “Shannon, I love you. I’ll treat you right for the rest of my life. Shannon…” Julio lowered his head and planted a kiss on Shannon’s lips. She tried to struggle, but unfortunately, she was to

against Julian plays on a loop in my mind, sparking a heat that makes me hate myself. ​What kind of woman am I? I’m supposed to like good guys like Julian—the ones who ask you out to lunch and smile sweetly at you. I'm supposed to like guys in general. So why did my pulse accelerate more at Amy’s shouting than at Julian’s compliments? Why does the thought of being locked in this building with her until eleven tonight terrify and excite me in equal measure? ​I pick up my phone and send a quick text to my mother: ​“Mom, I have to stay late. Lots of work. I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you guys.”

"You're with the keys. Do I need to remind you everything? she mocked, walking away. This woman was like an addiction, you could never get enough. Everything was beginning to seem fun. All I needed was to gain just a little trust right? how hard could it possibly be. ***************** your likes and reviews mean so much to me, so do it. thanks you so much for coming this far who do you think would make a better couple, heather and James, or James and ken? stay tuned!!

It would be best if you were mine. I will not let anyone take you away from me... Even if you don't remember me... At any cost... I'll make you remember me... Until you will fall into my embrace...

By my side, I’ll swallow all of my pride Your love is so sweet, it knocks me right off my feet Yeah, yeah Can’t explain why your lovin' makes me so weak

BOOK 2: THE HEART OF THE HAUNTER We’ll keep on coming till we get it right This place, we’ve seen it a million times I won’t forget you Can’t remember me without you But I can’t call you mine. —Daughtry, Call You Mine * *