You Re Only Mine Novels & Stories

ONLY YOU ( I want you.. only you) Episode 23 By presh Sunday DON'T COPY OR REPOST Kings stared keenly at Henry as he kept on babbling all kinds of rubbish. Silence ran through between the two of them as they both kept on thinking of how to get pinky. Kings saw pinky coming out of the classroom and he smiled. "Watch me win her heart"he whispered to Henry and approached pinky.. while Henry just scoffed and watched ruely as he perform the magic.

"You are mine and only mine. You body and soul...your mind... Its all mine!" "Im yours! Take me all...please...now!" I begged.

"I cannot and will not." "You're now the lady of the house, bitch." She said sarcastically. "Name me whatever you want, but the pink room is already taken," Angela stated flatly. "It's now mine." "What do you mean it's yours?" Lara exclaimed, "Who gave you the authority to claim it?"

She said loudly that everyone heard her so I smiled at her like an idiot. "That's nice. But I don't think your mate would appreciate that you’re parading around in just his shirt without any pants or skirt on." I said seriously. "Do you not like anything you see my love." She teased. "I love everything that you are and you know that. I just don't want to share my view to the public." I said smiling at her sweetly. "You don't have to worry about the public. I'm all yours remember." "I know. You are mine, Sophia Camille Vandermont Sinclair. You are exclusively mine. But the public doesn't know that." I reminded her.

Me three. ***

"This is mine‚ Zoey. This cunt is mine. This body is mine. Every fucking inch of you is mine." "Oh god oh god oh god—"

"You — please — I belong to you—" "And will you let anyone else touch you?" "No." She shook her head desperately. "No, Damien. Never. I won't — I promise — please—" "Who," he said softly, his lips brushing her jaw, "is the only one who gets to have you?" "You." The word came out like a prayer. "Only you. You and no one else — Damien—" The vibrator roared back to life. His fingers began to move. Hard. Deep. Relentless. His pace climbed and she stopped forming words entirely — there was nothing left but sensation and his name and the headboard rattling above her and the coil inside her pulling so tight she couldn't breathe—

“A black BMW, with plate number ZFR123455”, Elizabeth Wembley said to the truck driver over the phone.” Make sure you do it properly, I don't want to hear any stories, call me after you're done with the job”, she instructed the driver as she cut the call.

“We aren’t going to have this discussion.” I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that. The words seemed to come out of nowhere, and for a moment, even I was taken by surprise. Lyra stopped in her tracks, a mixture of pain or perhaps just quietness on her face rather than the defiance she had shown before. “Lyra,” I added, doing my best to make my voice less harsh while trying to hold back all the emotion behind those two words. “Get your shoes. They are in the lower closet.”

’ ‘You are mine. His brain melted at the thought. Rory knew his father felt the same way he did about him. He figured he was just hiding it from his wife, from his mother ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ “You are mine.” “You are mine.” ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ “You are mine.” “You are mine.” “You are mine.” “You are mine.” “You are mine.” “You are mine.” “You are mine.”