Extreme Ownership Chapters Novels & Stories

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Chapter 4 ------------------------ Alex pov:- At the meeting with the damsel in distress," I mean the owner of Asian Corporation." Mathew Hale, my patience is running out. I couldn't quite believe the guts of this man. This man is still bargaining on the price of the bankrupt company. He calls himself the owner off.

Which meant the next move would be her last kind of move: desperate. And desperate moves—finally—leave fingerprints even the crowd can’t explain away. —End Chapter 69

“That’s impossible! It can’t be!” Vincent screamed and pushed Janna out of the way. He ran madly after my receding figure, though I was already far ahead. Vincent sprinted forward desperately. With the estate’s security alarm going off, the security personnel in the dark jumped out to stop him. I approached the helipad where the chopper was running. The propellers whipped up a huge blast of air. Vincent raced toward me in anguish. Oblivious to the gravel hitting him, he dropped to his knees and stared intently at me.

Her subconscious stated and Imogen gritted her teeth. "Am not an object to satisfy you or your feelings, no one owns me not you, not him. I might be your S3x slave but that is all I will ever be to you" "Wrong" His strong voice echoed through the walls. "I will determine what you will be to me, not you. My words won't change if you can't be mine. No one can have you, not even yourself. You can keep denying it, but you already belong to me"

I felt the air rush back into my lungs, sweet and free. The Owner’s voice echoed through the Library, a distorted, metallic shriek of agony. "INFLATION! UNAUTHORIZED DISTRIBUTION! YOU ARE DESTROYING THE VALUE OF EXISTENCE!" "Good!" I roared, standing up and pulling Elara to her feet. The gold from the children was spreading across the horizon, a massive, glowing wave that was overwriting the Owner’s ledger. The world wasn't a marketplace anymore; it was a Common. But the Owner wasn't finished. As the price tags vanished, the liquid silver ink from the floor didn't drain away. It began to pull together, forming a new shape.

“Adrian was one of them.” Her chest tightened. “So this is territorial?” “No,” he replied. “This is awareness.” She held his gaze. “Say what you mean.” “I mean,” he said evenly, “that he’s circling you out of guilt, not clarity. And guilt makes people reckless.” “And what makes you different?” she shot back. He didn’t answer right away. When he did, his voice was lower. “I don’t confuse desire with ownership.” Something in her stomach flipped. “That’s a nice line,” she said. “Do you practice it often?”

Second, I am not interested in him, and I think he feels the same. I really don't understand why everyone is fond of owning something when, in fact, you cannot own anything in this world unless that thing or that someone lets you own him or her. We cannot own humans, we cannot own power, we cannot own the throne, we cannot own something or someone... and we cannot own a life. All you can do is to keep on telling people that you own him because you were afraid that someone else might own him too, or that someone might steal him away from you.

I said. "The Continental?" Chloe asked. "Isn't that... owned by the Russian Mob?" "Yes," I smirked. "And they owe me a favor. Page 42 of the Black Book." I closed the book with a snap. "Get some sleep, Chloe. Tomorrow, we go shopping."

“I’ll give you access to your brother. That’s all. No classroom, no part-time academic redemption arc.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because I didn’t buy a schoolgirl,” he said, reaching her. “I bought a woman who knew how to look me in the eye and still part her legs.” His fingers brushed her jaw. “Now come upstairs, Riva. It’s time you learn what it really means to be owned.” His bedroom smelled like expensive sin. Dark wood. Warm leather. Whiskey and him. The lights were low. Soft music played—instrumental, haunting.