Este Dolor No Es Mio Romane & Geschichten

I am no one's property. The End♡

I felt nothing. I was at a party with so many people that could trigger a panic attack, but nothing happened. I danced with a man that once reminded me off ‘the man’ but I felt nothing. I only discovered that he isn't shit. I helped a waiter pick up glass when I was supposed to run for my life because that was a sign that he was close and he was going to get me, but instead the opposite happened. I’d like to repeat the sentence that “Él no tiene nada sobre mí (he's got nothing on me.)”

" I remembered saying those exact words to someone. The those words rang in my head, who did I say those words to. Flash back "it not you it's me , I'm sorr-" I wasn't able to finished the statement with the hard slap slammed to my jaw surly breaking it. The apology flowers i held in my hands fell to the ground. Veronica crushed the flowers angry with her foot her gaze locked to mine angrily glaring at me. Her blue eyes shone with hate. You will pay Noah Williams.. that's a promise." She finishes and left taking along my heart i never knew from these day belongs to her now.

She'd stopped the pills, took stimulating drugs, and did everything necessary but it all led to a dead end. "What's troubling you, Araceli?" Martha asked, pulling her out of her strangled thoughts. "It's nothing mum" she smiled. "I'm your mother and I know when something isn't right" she tapped the empty stool beside her. "Talk to me" Dawn sat and sighed. "It's just ... mum" she lowered her head and bit her lip, trying very hard to hold him her second wave of tears. "I got my period today" "Oh, sweetheart…" she leaned forward, caressing her shoulders. "Does it hurt, do you need me to massage your belly?"

“I did like you in the past because you were the first to treat me nicely after I joined the family. You were practically the entirety of my youth. That’s why I liked you so much. But once you pushed me away and I saw the world outside, I learned that you aren’t the only one for me. “Both you and Yelena have done plenty of disgusting things, and you want to sweep it all under the rug by asking me to come back? It’s impossible for us to mend things between us. I can never dance because of you two, and I can’t even stomach watching any dances anymore. So long as my legs still hurt, I can never forgive you.

On the way there, I suddenly felt a cramp in my stomach. It was as if something was trickling down. My eyes snapped open, and my cheeks immediately turned red. Calvin stopped walking and set me down on a chair by the road. There was blood on his right hand. Feeling deeply embarrassed, I bit on my lower lip. I was certain Calvin was disgusted and regretted helping me. "I'm sorry…" I apologized. "It's fine. This is a testament to my good fortune." Calvin was still beaming. I felt less nervous.

How could this man be so confident in twisting my intentions? "Chris, are you seriously this delusional? I've told you—I don't love you anymore." His eyes burned red with frustration. "You're my mate. How could you possibly not love me?" Just then, my phone vibrated with another message from Drake. "I'll come pick you up soon." I quickly replied, "No need. I'll drive myself to the ski resort." The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument.

A dry scoff escaped my lips. And he could kill me just as easily the moment he finds out who I really am. My heartbeat stumbled, then began pounding harder. What is this feeling? My fingers curled against the bedsheet. Pity? No. No. I shouldn’t be soft. I don’t have the luxury of softness. He is my enemy. Whatever this is — it isn’t real. It’s nothing. That’s what I tell myself. Over and over. It’s just pleasure. Just bodies.

“I am...not….yours.” “This. Is. Mine." I don’t know why I say it, or why the fuck I’m so insistent about it. I just am. Maybe I want to rile her up. I've never wanted to claim anyone before. She grips my wrist, forcing me to stop. “I am not a piece of property, Dorian Reed,” she says, her voice a breathy whisper. “Just so we’re clear. You might have your fingers inside me, but I'm not yours.”

"I turn all strength into dust." But this time, as the pain surged— I didn’t break. I didn’t bend. I pushed back.