Novel & Cerita Extreme Ownership Chapter 1 Summary

Scott’s POV I sat on my chair like a fucking sex slave waiting to be punished by his master. I sat there staring at the same email for the tenth time, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my sore ass. Elliot Travis. CEO. I could bet with my life, he is the same man who had me bent over nights ago, choking me while he bred me deep like he owned every inch of my body. Or could I be wrong?

"Oh my god. You didn't. Ciara, tell me you didn't actually do the thing." "I did the thing," I said, sliding into the backseat of the car and closing the door, shutting out the noise of the city. "The contract is signed. Seventy-thirty split, total creative control. We own the Horizon project now." "You are a terrifying human being," Carlista said, her tone dripping with profound admiration. "A beautiful, psychotic genius. Where are you now?" "Heading back to the office to file the paperwork before his lawyers can try to find a loophole regarding corporate coercion under physical duress," I replied, a smirk playing on my lips. "Meet me there? I think we deserve to break into the good whiskey

I felt a sickening feeling in my heart when I realized what it was - the document for all my conglomerate of companies. "Do you believe that I will simply give up control of my entire empire?" I asked when Alex requested that I transfer ownership to him by signing it. "You must be crazier than I thought." My eyes blazed with anger as I gazed up at Alex . Alex lifted his shoulders in a nonchalant manner. “If you refuse to sign them….,he said very calmly, I will make sure that Ayla goes through hell, I have her in my custody,you know."

Izzy leans on her office chair as she stares at the email she received from her employer. She’s fired because of being unresponsive for a week. Worse, when their HR tried to reach out to her, it was Alpha Landon, Elder Finn and Chloe who answered. And two out of three want nothing more for her than to resign her current job so she can become the pack’s Luna.

His animalistic possessive instinct was definitely the reason. Those boring phrases of. . . I can’t drop you down because you’re mine only. Mine and mine only. But, somewhere at the back of my head, I knew that… If I wanted to narrate all that had happened just now, it'd start like this. It all started one fine winter morning…. The rest? Well, you know the rest. ------------------------------------------ A/n I really hope you liked this chapter. If you did, consider leaving a review for me. I'd really love to hear your thoughts on this, guys!!

My eyes wandered off and I saw a pocket knife on the floor, although I didn't know who owned it, the next minute I dicked down and got a hold of it. ( Angry stare as the Chapter ends)

He really did make me his property, he already owned me. Now, the whole packs will be more miserable if they'll knew that I have mate with a human.

"Transfer the ownership of your company's stocks to me." "What?!" Max's face paled in shock. Transfer ownership to John... that would make John the chairman of his company?! John wanted his company?! Max's pupils dilated slightly. "You're delusional!" His fingers trembled violently. "Even if my company goes bankrupt, I won't hand it over to you!"

"Let me go Noah. You don't own me. You can't own a person." He let go of my chin, letting out a humourless laugh. "In this world, you can. I understand if you aren't used to this, but at a snap of my fingers, I can own your entire family. That's how money works, Cherie." As monstrous as that sounded, he was right. Rich people ran this world. We were just living in it. "You are an asshole." "That's getting really familiar. Although i could never get tired of seeing that ass, I'm getting tired of the owner. Leave my room." I wasn't able to retort, the ass comment making the tip of my ears turn red.

Andrei thought, Mine. Not for amusement. Not for pleasure. But because he wanted to own that fire; because he wanted to see what it would take to break it — or if it could be broken at all. He rose from his chair and the leather again, groaned under him. He crushed the last of his cigarette under his heel and strode toward the stage, his black coat trailing behind him like the wings of something dark and terrible. The handlers bowed their heads in automatic respect (that was draped in fear) and submission. They shoved the boy roughly toward him.