Extreme Ownership Chapter 1 Summary Novels & Stories

“What do you mean that I own it?” Alex straightened his posture and met my gaze with a calm steady stare. “You heard me. Everything Liam has been showing off belongs to you. Everything: the cars, the estate.” For an extended period I simply gazed at him my mind racing unable to comprehend the gravity of what he had just said. I own it but how? How could I possibly own everything that Liam had been flaunting? It was nonsensical. It was illogical. Alex's eyes however never left mine as though he were speaking the truth to me without a shadow of doubt. My throat was dry as I swallowed forcefully. “But…how do I actually own it? How is that possible?”

"And as stated in the first clause of our contract: absolute ownership begins this very second." Absolute Ownership Ezra stared at the screen with wide eyes. The money was real. His greatest problem had vanished in the blink of an eye, but at the very same moment, a new shackle had locked around his ankles. Darren stepped forward, closing the distance between them until Ezra could inhale the intimidating, masculine scent of sandalwood and amber radiating from the man. Darren’s large, warm hand slowly rose, sliding his fingers through Ezra’s slightly messy hair, before tracing down Ezra's tensed jawline.

Bottom of the pile when it comes to who gets called back, who gets the benefit of the doubt, who gets sixty dollars extended on a prescription when the insurance card throws an error. This man I am riding with right now, Marcus Vane, lives at the top. That much is obvious. I am certain he has never run out of food before. Or been sick and not get attended to at the hospital because he defaulted on his insurance. The suit, the SUV, the building we are heading toward screams of riches and firm control. The way he talks, like the fate of the words have already been decided before they leave his mouth. Like the outcome of things has already been arranged. That is how sure of himself he seems. I

"How pitiful. I already bought you and he couldn't do something about it, neh? Love?" "It's just for this night", I tried to stay strong but my voice let me down. " Let me tell you something, darling. When I buy things, I use them and take care of them if I know they are still valuable", just then his fingers were on my inner thighs. Dread came back to me. No... I closed my eyes tightly. "And most of all, I don't just give my possessions to other people, much less to my enemies. I own what I own. What's mine stays mine. And I don't share", he harshly whispered the last three sentences in my ear, biting it lightly but with force.

He took out his phone and shoved it at me. “I make money and you spend it recklessly. We are fucking broke and my head will roll in the desert if I don’t act fast,” he said with pain etched in his voice. My hands shook as I held the phone which displayed the Lamborghini I had just bought. The fucking internet. “Papa, what happened here?” I sniffed, my eyes drifting from the shattered vases to the blood stains on the floors and walls. “We were attacked by Don Vittorio Caruso, “ he replied, he paced to and fro the large living room with his hands digging into his silver hair as he thought of what to do next.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 68: Drenched in Obsession She continues to move against him, her body completely overtaken by the madness of the moment. Everything is heightened. Every single sensation, raw and intense. Desire—pleasure—each feeling swells to an unbearable edge, heightened to its most punishing extreme. Her thoughts are no longer coherent. Her mind is spinning in wild, uncontrollable circles, caught between the chaos of her need and the ruin it’s leaving behind.

"Our terms are fifty-one percent absolute ownership, or we freeze your maritime credit lines through the Crestview Central Bank by Monday morning. You have until noon to notify your board." The foreign Alpha swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he snatched his papers back and backed out through the heavy bronze doors, his golden sedan speeding away down the driveway like a beaten beast. Penelope closed her next ledger with a sharp, final snap, completely content in her total corporate monopoly, while Travis stepped back into the shadows behind her chair, his silent, obsessive gaze anchored to her shoulder blades—the ultimate weapon guarding the path of his queen.

Ronan shouted my name. But I was already moving. I lunged at Elena Ashford, my claws extending, my teeth bared. I didn't care about the consequences. I was going to kill her. END OF CHAPTER 10

Then Osiris spoke, his suddenly firm voice shattering the silence. “There is one more thing.” He reached for a thick file placed in the cupboard and then handed it to me. “This is for you.” My heart pounded violently in my chest as I opened the file. My eyes scanned the first page quickly. The very first heading struck me like lightning. “Ownership deed.” A sharp gasp escaped me. “What is… this?” Osiris remained serious, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “These are the ownership papers of the Wild Prowlers Pack. You own fifty percent of all the territories under my rule.”

Warning: This chapter contains a death scene that some of you might find uncomfortable. I am sorry, but it is vital to the plot. Thank you! It is a known fact That Devilio rules The pack With an iron hand He however brings It up a notch By becoming Even more ruthless To break Kayola PenaciousShewa