All Chapters of You're mine: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

This is my first day off, and I preferred to spend it in the countryside, far from traffic, pollution, and many other disadvantages of the city of Rome. Working as a secretary is very hard to take a vacation, but it seems that I succeeded. I woke up around 10 o'clock and went downstairs to have breakfast alone because my brother was at work. He was a doctor at the emergency room in a town located 12 km away from the village, and today he was on duty. From the note left by my father on the refrigerator, I understood that he went with my grandmother to visit some relatives, and they would return in the evening. Great! They keep telling me that we should spend time together as a family, and then they disappear from home. Getting bored to death at home, I decided to take a walk. I like to walk when I'm in the countryside; people are very sociable compared to the cold people in the city. Suddenly, it starts to drizzle. How strange. It was so beautiful outside. I was about 15 minute

I don't know what to believe. I don't know what to do. What if the psychopath in front of me is right and I'm really in danger? Maybe those who are after me have already found my family?-But my family? Will they be in danger?-Are you serious right now? he asks me as if I had asked him "how's the weather outside.-Yes, do you think I'm joking about this?-I don't know, he says, taking his place again in the armchair next to the bed.-Then let me leave. I can't let anything happen to my family because of me.-Sweetheart, stay in bed and don't make me angry more than I already am, he tells me through gritted teeth.-I don't understand why you don't understand me. I want my family to be safe.-If I let you leave, you'll be killed at best. You're the one who doesn't understand me.-I know, but at least that way, those people won't be after my family anymore.-But you'll die or worse.-And why do you care? Just let me go, please, I say with tears in my eyes.-I won't do that, but if i

-Demon, I'm too exhausted to have this conversation with you, I say, trying to get out of it, but I don't seem to be able to control myself in front of him.-I don't think it's just that, he says, smiling cunningly.-Believe what you want! I push him in such a way as to create a clear path to the bed. I throw myself into the middle of the gigantic bed and bury myself under the blanket.-Move over, he orders, pulling my blanket.-No, no, you're not sleeping in this bed. I'm pretty sure you have plenty of rooms where you can sleep.-This is my room, he says, getting into bed beside me, under the blanket.-Then I'll leave and find another one, I say, trying to get up from bed, but I'm pulled back into his chest.-You're not going anywhere, he says, turning off the lights in the room with a remote control. After the heated discussion with Demon, I couldn't sleep anymore, even though I tried. This guy doesn't inspire any trust in me, but he makes me feel safe. Maybe I'm crazy to say thi

I toss and turn, but sleep refuses to take me. Its absence causes this insomnia. In just a few days, I've become dependent on it. I can't have dinner without it, I can't sleep without it. It's quite strange. I don't think I love it, but I've developed a need to see it beside me, to feel its arms around me when I sleep, and even the specific, unorthodox touches it makes at the table. I really don't understand why he spends so much time in that office. Did the meeting last so long that he couldn't even have dinner with me or at least make it to the bedroom by this hour? Wanting to satisfy my curiosity, I go to his office. I knock, but no one answers, so I enter. Fear grips me when I see the floor and walls covered in blood. Has something happened to Damon? Terrified, I leave the office, wanting to find someone from the staff to find out what's happening. I can't find anyone from the staff, but when I try to call Damon, I see a huge door at the end of the hallway that I don't kn

Grandma, Dad, and Marc, I'm sorry I didn't visit you more often! I'm sorry I didn't tell you how much I love you because of my pride! I'm sorry for causing you so much pain after you find out I'm dead! I'm sorry for everything! I hope you can forgive me in this lifetime." These were the only thoughts running through my mind as Damon dragged me through the hail of bullets towards the exit. Twenty minutes had passed since I found myself in the backseat of the car with Adam holding my hand, shaking me every time I stared into space, not aware of what he was saying or asking me. I simply couldn't snap out of the shock. I could have been shot if Damon hadn't thrown me to the ground. A split second and I would have left this world. A split second and my life would have ended in the ugliest way possible.-Darling, are you okay? Damon asks me for the umpteenth time.-Well, if by 'okay' you mean that I almost died less than half an hour ago, then yes, I'm okay, I reply, giving him an ironi