You Own My All Manga の小説・ストーリー

I heave, my breath hitched in my throat as I watch him slowly unbuckling his belt. “What does it look like I'm doing?” He tosses his belt away and unzips his pants. “I'm taking what's mine.” I gasp loudly when my eyes meet his huge shaft and I clench the sheets, my body flushing warm. “But... you can't.” “I can and I will,” he counters, hovering above me and tracing patterns up my inner thigh until his fingers graze my slit. He lowers his face to mine, his breath hot against my skin. “You became mine the moment you signed the contract. I own you and every inch of your body. And I'll claim it all, starting now. Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

Ayumi can be scary sometimes. Next morning a curious message received me as soon as I opened my eyes: Hello My dear readers, I'm very sorry i published chapter 9 twice, please dont unlock both. For everyone who have unlocked both, I'm very sorry.

Chef Joshua served her breakfast in hopes to lighten her spirits up. After breakfast, she went to the library to find a good book that will somehow ease her mind a little. She would like to pick something different to read today. She went to other parts of the library and saw a ‘manga’ . It is a Japanese comic book with numerous volumes. It’s also a graphic novel and is suitable for both adults and children. She was intrigued by the story's premise and was also familiar with this genre of book. Annika picked up the manga that is entitled ‘Special A’ whereas the male main character is extremely wealthy and is perfect at any aspect. He was loved by everyone while the female character is just a

"your body, your mind, they're all mine and it's time you engrave that into your head." ★•|•†•‡•★•|•†•‡•★ AN/|\ I don't really like this chapter, so do tell me what you honestly think about it. Give me reviews and ratings!!!

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

, he stated, glaring at me. Now, that was enough I had. When he uttered the word 'OWN', I lost it there, still controlled my wrath. "You don't own me, Aren. I'm your mate but that doesn't give you the right to own me. I'm not an object that you're talking about owning me", I said, gritting my teeth.

I moaned, not being able to make a coherent statement. “I’m yours. I’m yours,” I continued. Another hard thrust. "Who owns you?" I didn't even have to think before I screamed his name loudly. "You do?" "Say my name Mia cara, who fucking owns you?" "Matteo, Matteo owns me." I replied immediately he dropped the statement “So fucking precious, I can't lose you.” His voice was husky with passion. I can't afford to lose him too Thrust. “Fucking say you're mine .”

“Claim me, make me yours. Do anything you want with my body. I would risk my own life just to call you mine. And for you to call me yours. Take my life away.“ He grabbed my hands and caressed his cheeks using it. He closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of it. “Own me. Own me, Crimson.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

“今あなたを見てナナ、あなたの男は今私の男です。すべてを失うことはどのように感じますか？” (Ima anata o mite Nana, anata no otoko wa ima watashi no otokodesu. Subete o ushinau koto wa dono yō ni kanjimasu ka?) (Look at you now Nana, your man is now my man. How does it feel to lose everything?) If looks could kill, Allana and Nana could have killed the woman already. She looked so proud of herself that it didn’t bother her when Allana was barring holes at the back of her head.

MARCO The ropes around my wrists burned as I strained against them, my jaw tight enough to crack a tooth. Danzo paced back and forth like a predator toying with its prey, his smirk wide and arrogant. His voice dripped with satisfaction, every word landing like a calculated blow. “You really don’t get it, do you?” he said, pausing to glance at me. “All this… it’s personal, Marco. You made it personal the moment you threw me to the wolves.”