You're Mine Penny Brooks Novels & Stories

I whisper to myself, knowing that Leo is able to hear me too. “ and now… ” I look up, my eyes displaying all sinister emotions perfectly. “ She’s mine. ”

“And I am gonna make a good profit selling you in the best brothel in the town. You should fetch me a cool ten thousand dollars, eh?” Penny’s skin prickled with goose bumps. Blood drained from her face and her body stiffened. She stuttered, “A— Are you insane?” Did this man just kidnap her? “Stop being scary and t— turn back to the village.” She couldn’t believe what he blurted. “My aunt and uncle would n— never do that,” she said unbelievingly. Scared as hell, she trembled on the inside. It was her eighteenth birthday and her aunt had gifted her with a truck—truck that this man was giving her a test drive in. Was this all a ploy?

Pookie had same height and looks, he remind me of pookie. I wanna attend pookie's wedding. "Stop staring at me" He said still not looking at me. "Hi" I said after gathering my courage. I don't know how to approach a kidnapper. He looked at me then raise his eyebrow while smiling. But didn't answer. "Your name is zoe. What's my name? " I ask in rush. He propped up on his elbow and look at me. I mentally slap myself for being so dumb and nervous.

He only gave me a warning look. Penny bit her lip, then suddenly smiled. "Oh, right, where's your gift?" I pulled a box from my purse and casually tossed it to her. Penny caught it and opened it to find a pair of ordinary pearl earrings. She pursed her lips, clearly dissatisfied. Her gaze zoned in on the brooch on my chest. "Vee..." she bit her lip and said pitifully, "Could I borrow your brooch for just one day?" The guests immediately gasped. That brooch was custom-made by my Uncle Dante, symbolizing the legitimate status of the Bianchi family. As the daughter of a mistress, Penny had no right to touch it.

She gripped the blanket around her, seeking refuge from the mixed emotions flooding her heart. "Mine, are you awake?" Seth asked softly, but with anxiety in his voice. Jasmine didn't answer, just remained silent in uncertainty. Seth, feeling no response, tried again. "You've been crying for too long, Mine. Can such sadness stay with me? Am I not enough for you, Mine?"

"You’re whatever I want you to be." Brett gripped her rib cage and tipped his head back. "And what’s that?" "Mine." She nipped his throat with her teeth. "All mine."

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” Get the lady in the backseat out and put her in the guestroom on the second floor “, he instructed while loosening the noose of his tie and making his way to the large door of his villa. Bianca yawns, rubbing her eyes repeatedly till she woke up,” it’s so soft and comfy here” she said while immersing herself deeper into the soft feather pillows.” You’re finally up miss”, a housekeeper said as she entered the room with a glass of water and medication.”Where am I ?”Bianca asks .” This is Mr.Damian Rivers’ villa”, the housekeeper replied.”Who’s that?”Bianca asked. The housekeeper looked at her with a surprised expression on her face, then she replied,” He is the Manager of the Windcracker gro

I look at her trying to figure out just from her expression what she thinks of me. -What do you remember last? -I wanted to leave work, and then someone put something on my mouth, she says, remembering what happened to her. Now my question. Who are you? -I am Damon Black. Hearing my name, her face tightens. She looks panicked around the room as if she wanted to hide somewhere. -You're a criminal. I know you, I've heard about you. -What have you heard about me, I ask, getting closer to her lips to look her better in the eyes.

Matthew came down the stairs and approached me. Penny, I heard that you have a good day today smiling, showing his yellow teeth that are full of silver stone. " Give me the tips" I frown in annoyance, That's the tip I have earned tonight, but he seems to follow the thread of my thoughts because his smile becomes darker. He places his hand on my cheeks, squeezing them tightly, causing me to groan from the pain. Penny, pretty blondy, remember that You are mine, all of you belong to me even if you pay your damn Father debt, the tips are mine, the salary is mine and everything you got with your damn pretty Barbie face is mine and he let me go.