You're Mine Novels & Stories

-I don't want you to go. -Why are you doing this, Nick? -I whispered, his face was so close. I could feel his breath collide with my lips. His arms were on either side of my head and he had me pressed against his body. -Do you want to know? -Yes. -Because you're mine.

𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡.. 𝐵𝑢𝑡...𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒!

I'm going crazy already. "I'm talking about I found you and now I won't let you go." -Why? "Because you are mine.

She explained him and kissed him in his cheeks. Shivaay smiled as he gently brought her hand down away from his mouth. Those three words " YOU ARE MINE " Brought a broder smile on his face. Yours ? Your Man ! Huh ? It's Nice to hear you call me your man ....I loved it my woman. He told her as he engulfed her in his arms. yes I was yours, I am yours and I will be only always yours. I am all yours and you are only mine. Annika smiled shyly.

I looked up into his face — this face that had no business existing, sharp jaw, dark eyes burning into mine — and I refused to be the first one to look away. "Correction." His voice was quiet enough that it lived only between us. "You are mine. Only mine. No one else gets to claim you. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to even look at you the way I do." He didn't blink. "Be a good girl, Rose. And I will burn the entire world down and hand you the ashes." The silence stretched tight between us. Then I lifted my chin. "Fine." His eyes narrowed slightly.

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.

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.”

Like an infinity mirror, where we reflect back everything to one another until it becomes impossible to tell who starts where and who is the origin of this blissful feeling. “You are mine.” It isn’t a declaration. He doesn’t say it like he’s staking a claim, more like he’s amazed at the fact. Yes, I am his. I’ve been his from the moment he stepped through the tree line. I’ll be his until my heart stops and the Moon Goddess brings me to her. And even then, I’ll still be his. “And you are mine.”

“You're mine. I'm never going to leave your side again.” I smiled, my eyes still closed. “Is that a promise.” “It's a goddamn vow.” ~THE END

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?