You're Still Mine Novels & Stories

Not for me, not for the child I carried. When he came to my door that morning, I was already ready. Calm. Determined. “You can’t leave,” he said, voice low but dangerous. “You’re mine. And so is that baby.” I stared at him, eyes steady, heart pounding. “You don’t own me,” I said softly but firmly. “And you don’t own this life. I will raise this child on my terms, not yours.” His face twisted in fury. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t walk away!”

The words from that morning ten years ago rose without permission. *You took advantage of me.* *Stay the fuck away from me.* *You were supposed to be my best friend.* I closed my eyes. The ache was old and familiar and still sharp enough to cut. “Volchonok” I whispered into the quiet room. The name felt heavy on my tongue. Private. Mine.

“You are mine.” It repeated like a mantra in his brain. Was his stepfather talking about him? Did he still see a future with him? Perhaps this sex was all an act for Heidi to distract her? ‘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.’

said Sherly sincerely. "I love you more. You are only mine, and I would risk anything to protect what is mine, it will always be that way."

Ever. She’s mine. Completely and irrevocably. And if she doesn’t end up loving me, well, she’s still mine.

"You are not a gold digger, if there is anyone who stole anything that is me. I stole you from you. You are mine now. Not your own now." "You belong to me."

“You’re listening to me.” “Yeah, it took me a bit. Will you listen to me now? I know what’s best for you. You’ve already agreed to it on paper. This here is just you being hysterical.” “I can’t believe you said that. I’m no such thing. You’re just trying to trigger me by using a word like that.” “Love you’re mine and that’s something no one can dispute. I own every last inch of you no matter what your name is.” “I beg to differ.”

“Yeah… I’m okay.” He kissed my forehead. “Good girl. Remember who you belong to.” I smiled weakly against his chest. “Only you. Always.” We stayed like that for a long time, tangled together. As I drifted off in his arms, I whispered, “I only want you.” He held me tighter. “Same here. You’re mine alone. No one else should have access to you.” I nodded, agreeing with him but the tension was getting heavier.

“You’re not leaving this house untouched again. You’re mine now. Every inch of you belongs to me.” And the sickest part? I wanted it that way.

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙