You're Mine By Penny Brooks Novels & Stories

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

“How are y’all doing tonight?” The crowd roared. They were clearly ready to hear some music. “Great! I’m so unbelievably happy to be here with you. My name is Bree Mathews, and I’m going to play you a few songs. This first one is one I wrote a few years ago for my mama, it’s called, ‘Rock Me in Your Arms.’”

The smile was like a blooming spring flower, breathtakingly beautiful. "You fool." She reached out and gently flicked his forehead. "Who said I was a demon?" "Then you're...?" "I'm your guardian angel." Elena pointed to the sign above the abbey's main gate. "See? What's the name of this abbey?" Cassian followed her finger. "Morninglight Abbey... wait, no. When did it become 'Saint Elena's Abbey'?" "Because I am Elena," the girl winked. "Your guardian angel, Elena."

* Alex Hamilton * The morning bled into the bones of the cathedral like an old hymn, low, mournful, determined. I stood at the cracked stone threshold, boots planted in dust older than any vow I'd ever made. Behind me, Penny moved like quiet thunder, brushing the sleep from her skin and tying her hair with a ribbon that once belonged to her when she was younger. Her ring gleamed against the war-scarred light. Ours wasn't a union blessed by priests or paper, but something far more binding. Chosen. Earned.

she's Mine. Beads of sweats run down my forehead as my veins popped out in visibility, her arms hanging around my neck while she begs for more with every thrust and no matter how deeper I go I can't get enough and she wouldn't stop asking for more, fuck….if only she knows I'll lose my mind without fucking this little pussy of mine.

“Do not let the tool dominate you; you dominate the tool.” ​I begin to open one of the envelopes under her supervision. I am so close to her that I can feel the heat radiating from her body; her perfume is now a haze clouding my judgment. Amy leans forward, supposedly to see what I’m doing, but her shoulder brushes against my arm.

™ ™Let It wander if it will™ Min Jon>> ™Lost In thoughts of you, ™ ™Solitude pleases me™ ™As My breath mingles with yours, I can breath again™ ™If the sweet night is spent by your side, The dawn will break with lights and air™ Boo Di>> ™Since my eyes caught sight of you™ ™they brim over with you alone,™ Min Jon>> ™Touch Me again and tell me™ ™what did you wish for? "As my breath mingles with yours™ ™I can breath again ™ Boo Di>> ™ The Fragrance of your body touches my soul™

I began to shiver violently, my teeth beginning to chatter so loud it was audible. “Please...” I managed to gasp out, my voice trembled. “Give it back. It’s freezing out here. You can’t just take it.” “Oh, listen to her! ‘She said it’s cold out here!’” Penny mocked, her voice was a cruel caricature of a child. “It’s not yours anymore, Olivia. It was never yours to begin with. You were just borrowing a life that belonged to someone else. I think it suits Barbra much better. Don’t you think so, girls?”

"What do you make of this?" The little slip of paper was passed back to her, and despite the fact that it had been kept in the front of the guidebook, it immediately curled itself up into a little scroll, as if it had previously been rolled up for some time. Penny pulled it open and read the words that had been handwritten in dark pen inside: Our love's as wild as the wilderness, Our hearts as big as the sky. I kissed you where the ground bubbles up And swore to be your guy. "What is this?" she asked after her eyes had skimmed the lines twice. "A love poem? I'm a park ranger, not an English professor."

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday. Opening her eyes she realized it was afternoon for sunlight now streamed into the room through the partly parted curtains. She felt better after a nap, it did her as much