You Were Never Mine Novels & Stories

"It's your call, Adele. Tell me you're mine. It's not that hard." The words hung in the air, heavy and demanding. I glared at him, my chest heaving. Mine? After all the times he'd pushed me away, treated me like I was nothing? "I said never," I hissed, my voice low and venomous. "I stopped belonging to you a long time ago."

No one can take your place in my life. Never Ever.. Not in this life & not after this life You booked with me for seventh births I will never leave your hands in any circumstances.I will always be besides you to stand with you through thick and thin. you are my Heartbeat Anni You are my Soulmate.. Without Heartbeat there is no work of heart So without you I am nothing. Never Leave me. You are my princess & one day your prince Who is me will make you my Queen in front of the whole world..

“I won’t let you escape me. You’re mine, and you can only belong to me.” “I’m not yours. I rejected you,” I spat. “How could you do that? How dare you possibly reject me?” he demanded. “I’m your mate. I’ll make you pay for turning me down. I will never let you go. I will haunt you for the rest of your life. I will never allow you to forget me.”

I was wrong when I said he was never mine to begin it. Rather, the universe specially made him for me. So, right from the beginning, he was always mine to begin with. If there were other lifetimes, I would do it with him over and over again. With no regrets. Because he was mine forever. THE END

I don’t care if it became mine. But I can’t. She made it clear. This is the way it had to be. I've never felt pain so much in my entire life. I guess we're just two people who were never meant to be. ***

Three months into our marriage, I was cooking dinner when I noticed that every plate, bowl, and cup in the house was smaller than standard dinnerware. That slight difference mattered. Every time I lifted a bowl or wrapped my hand around a cup, I had to adjust my grip to the tighter curve. I held up two bowls of different sizes and asked Damian Moretti why. He said they had simply been custom-made for the Family. That night, a torrential downpour left me stranded at the station after I finished handling Family business. Across the street, inside a restaurant, Damian held a bite of steak to the lips of the young woman opposite him, then gently wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth. The

I missed him more than I wanted to admit but missing someone didn't make them yours. And Raphael Capone had never been mine to begin with.

In my mind, I keep thinking that if I keep sweating and moving, then maybe the sharp emptiness that is clinging to my chest like frost will finally crack and melt away. But every night when I crawl back into my bed alone, the silence wraps around me tighter than any blanket. And in that silence, my adoptive mom’s voice echoes nonstop. The same voice that once sang me lullabies... is now the same one that tells me I was never hers to begin with. “You were never mine.” Those words echo like a broken record, haunting me over and over again. It is just one sentence, but it cuts deeper than any blade can ever hurt me. Hell, it surprisingly hurts even more than Keeg

But eventually, the tears stopped. And I was just empty. Completely empty. He was never mine. And he never would be. I whispered it one last time. “You’re just someone he’ll throw away.” And this time, I finally believed it.

She said and I crashed my lips to hers. This girl is mine.. always be mine.. always will be mine.. everything is mine.. I don't share won't share will never share.. From now on.. SHARE will be erase from my dictionary of life