Your Mine Ours I Could Do This For Hours Novels & Stories

I answered that those men in a white shirt and black cargo pants holding pickaxe were probably miners. He proposed a question of whether mining was nonsense — it was normal that I would object! “That is why you shouldn’t limit yourself, Lady Bethany.” Also, he mentioned how great it was to seize what’s in front of me, and in chaos, I should celebrate because I fixed everything again. I nodded because his statement had no fault. Why would I refuse to hear the truth? I also want to clarify that I only agreed to his statement about a chance to fix something new was great, not his statement of abhorring plans.

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

"Mine. Your fucken mine. Every part of you belongs with me. Tell me your mine." "I... I am yours. All of me is yours," I gasped, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his presence and the depth of our connection. In that moment, looking up at him, I knew my future was intertwined with his forever." give me your seeds I want to have you pups please" I could feel him growing big inside me,the words had barely left my lips before he shattered.

“June 3rd. Maybe June 2nd. After I testify. They’ll call it ‘instability.’ Mark’s already drafting the statement.” _Silence. Ocean. 11:31 PM._ “Let them,” I said. Turned. To him. Scar silver. Moon. “We’ll buy it back. With ‘famous brave’ money. Or we won’t. We’ll make donuts. Ivy likes donuts. We’ll be fine. Because ‘both’ wasn’t CEO and Dada. ‘Both’ was you and me. And we’re here. 13 days. Then done.” _Thump._

His hand finds the small of my back. And we just stay like that. Not because we’re fine. But because we’re not. Because healing takes time. Because we can’t rush this. “Do you still want the Mine?” I whisper after a moment. He’s quiet for a beat. Then— “It’s mine.” His voice is calm. Not possessive. Not proud. Just certain. “It’s the last piece of me they didn’t take,” he says. “And I’m not handing it over now.” I nod.

This is my company anyways. "This is my company and I own it. This is not the end everyone. And when I say this is not the end, it's surely not the end. It's not over until I say it's over. I will fix whatever problems are associated with this cooperation. You just need to give me time. Time to fix everything and if you are not sure enough, you can back out. You can leave with everything you brought here. I would not be disturbed." I said almost in tears but I did a good job of hiding it. I will never allow them to see my tears.

He was mine, and I was his. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

"You think she's the one who saved you. That's why, when she said she felt insecure, you gave her the apartment and made her your legal wife. Even if it meant destroying me, you still chose to protect her." Mason didn't answer. He just looked at me, his expression growing tighter by the second. "What are you trying to say?" I looked away and gave the housekeeper a slight nod, signaling her to wheel me back inside. "Go back and find the original investment agreement," I said. "Check the handwritten note in the bottom right corner of the last page. See whose handwriting it is." I turned the wheelchair toward the hospital. "You don't even know who saved you," I said without looking back. "That

“Do you remember how much effort I put into securing that deal? Do you know how many dinner events I attended and how many strangers’ hands I shook? Do you know how much alcohol I drank with a smile on my face? “If you end the contract now, the Council’s reputation will not be the only problem. Have you thought about the patients waiting for that medicine? Are they supposed to wait for death? I hope you have not lost your judgment because she is crying.” My words struck a nerve. Jonah pulled a card from his suit pocket and threw it at me. “It is only eight hundred thousand. I will compensate Sapphire’s losses myself. Now, can you be quiet?” The solid card hit my collarbone and left a bright

“Give me some time…I can do this…” Damon holds my shoulders. I cannot make out what he is saying but I know he is mumbling comforting words. Alpha Thorne marches towards us and pulls Damon away. “I am disappointed. We took you in all these years.. for this.” “Please Alpha, give me some more time. I can do this… I can shift…” “It's been fifteen minutes. We will stay here till forever and nothing will happen. I wasted a lot of years waiting. Let's go Damon,” he grits.