You Were Never Mine Novels & Stories

"You had everything. His name, his money, his love. And you threw it away. You left him. You made him chase you. You made him beg." "I left to survive." "You left because you were weak. Because you couldn't handle him. Because you didn't love him the way I did." Vanessa's voice rose. "I would have stayed. I would have loved him through anything. I would have been there, waiting, always waiting. But he never saw me. He never saw anyone but you."

“You’re mine forever. You have always been. And will remain mine forever.” My skin crawled out that instant. “I was never yours to start with.” “Oh, naive Amara.” He chuckled darkly. “I never desired to have a dumb woman like you. Don’t even start with flattering yourself.” I froze on hearing that, my stomach dropping. “Then, why don't you let me be? What the hell do you want from me?”

"you are lying! You are lying, you bastard! You are only saying that to piss me off and it will not work. You are nothing but a bastard; A fucking folklore which needs to get out of my head. I have said to you and will say it again, I am not your mate, and i will never be your mate in this life and the next." "But you are mine." "I am not yours, I will never be yours. I reject you as my mate. Infact, I hate you, so you better let go of..."

I wasn’t expecting that. “But now,” he said as he moved his hand up to my cheek and caressed it while looking at that moment of his hand. “I have you. And I will not let you go. Every time I lose someone is because of my negligence and I won’t lose you. If I have to be selfish for you, then so be it. You are mine, Carla. And you should come to terms with it because I’ll only let you go over my dead body.” He leaned in and captured my lips.

I cried; I don’t know what I am crying for. Well, I know what I am crying for; I am crying because the man that makes me feel something in years belongs to someone else; I am crying because he will never be mine; I am crying because that kiss is probably the last, I will ever get from him and I am crying because I can’t have him. It’s selfish, I know, but that is how I feel, I know we have only met two times but, in those times, I have felt more alive than I have in the last two years.

“Like you give two fucks about me.” “You’re my wife Tara of course I care about you and I’m not leaving you out here to wander around in a damn field in the rain now come on.” “Cut the bullshit Gio, we both know just how you feel about me you made it crystal clear. Trust me I have no damn delusions on that. I can find my own damn way back to the fucking hotel and then I’m taking my ass home. I don’t need you or your toxic bullshit.” he grabbed my wrist forcing me to stop my aimless march through the rain.

All at once. "My best friend gave it to me." Quiet. Real. "Back when I was in the orphanage. So he could find me later." Damien went still. Not the careful, measured stillness from before. Something harder. Something that happened to him rather than something he chose. His eyes shifted red. "Him." One word. The temperature in the room dropped three degrees. "He gave you that." Not a question. His jaw worked once. "And you've been wearing it." His eyes cut to hers. "You don't wear what another man gives you. You're mine. What's on your body is mine. What touches your skin is mine."

I let out a quiet laugh. So my mom's life meant less than his twisted ankle. I was about to lose control when Olivia shot me a look. That was when I noticed the others at the table. Besides Randall's parents, there were two older people I had been told were long gone. "You said… You didn't have parents." She hesitated. That was enough. In that warm, complete family, I had no place. I was someone who didn't belong, someone who wasn't meant to be seen.

Yes, I had recognized him right from the start. I recognized the boy carrying my first heart inside him. I recognized my fated mate. "And this." Mia pulled out a letter. "She wrote this before the surgery." Rhys took the letter with shaking hands. It was written in my neat handwriting: "To my dearest Rhys, If you are reading this, it means I'm already gone. Please don't be sad for me. This was my choice. I did sign the rejection papers, but they were never submitted to the Council, so they never took effect.

He was closer than she expected — two feet away, his expression completely unguarded in the way it only ever was when he had stopped calculating and was just feeling something directly. "I didn't know about the letter," he said. "I didn't know about Fenn's arrangement. I didn't know about any of it." He paused. "But I need you to hear me say something and I need you to actually hear it, not process it, not file it — hear it." His voice dropped. "I saw you across that room six years ago and I couldn't explain it then and I still can't fully explain it now. But it was real. Whatever Fenn planned, whatever he arranged — he did not arrange what I felt. That was mine." He paused. "That has always