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

Not what I planned. But mine. Real. Messy. Whole. Finally, impossibly mine.

For them. For what's mine.

The door to the basement was open, and the sound of someone wailing in pain and begging for mercy rang out. Gabriel had a man chained like a dog, pinned against the shards of broken glass. "What else do you want, Gabriel? We already gave you the land in Westport!" the man cried. "One land is all you gave me. What's that compared to my wife? You should have known the consequences when you laid a hand on her!" Gabriel seethed. Blood beaded from the countless cuts on the man's face. He probably knew he wouldn't live much longer, so he went all in and taunted Gabriel.

“When i make you mine, i would give you all the love in the world, that is an oath.” “What if i do not fuck you right?” “I would teach you how to fuck. You do not have to worry about that baby.”

I have got my own shits to deal with. *

The air was filled with a sense of optimism and anticipation. Susan shared a poignant story about a challenging project at work that she had finally completed, expressing gratitude for her supportive family. Mark spoke about his personal growth in the past year, emphasizing his improved work-life balance. Carolyn talked about her renewed energy and passion for her art. Lucia shared her excitement about a new venture she was about to embark on. Avon listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and support.

-I know, but I can't risk them taking you from me. -You're crazy, I yell at him. -I helped you because that's what I would have done for anyone. I'm not yours. -You are mine, and you will stay here. Because that's what I want,he yells at me angrily.

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💙

I threw the paper to the ground . “You must be out of your mind old woman, your brain cells are starting to fail you!” I yelled . She laughed , “you can run away from the truth , but it’s bound to happen. One month from now , this mansion would be mine! , meaning you have one month to evacuate . It would be pretty hard to move to another place seeing that all your businesses are failing.” I turned around with anger , “it’s you , you are responsible for the burnt hideout in Siena , you old witch!.”