Novel & Cerita Favorite Possession

“Perhaps, you do not weigh it in terms of moola.” “Moola and goodwill do sit on a poise, don't they?” “Goodwill is a sentimental word. I'd rather loan it out.” He shrugged. “You must be quite selfish.” I dared to say. “Well, it's possible I inherited it.” He chuckled. What a funny man! “Why do you keep them down here? I mean…this area is not readily accessible…" “It's out of selfishness,” he chuckled again. “I think I might be allergic to others readily seeing my prized stuff.”

She was right. “And to top that off, you are already getting engaged today… to Emily Henderson. And she is my best friend, and also my mistress. I have severed her father the Beta for so many years and they have been decent in their treatment towards me. They will be dragged in the mud if you call off the engagement because you found your Omega mate.” An Omega mate, she said it like it was poison in her mouth. She could feel the taste of her own disgrace against her lips. The pack will never accept her. They will never welcome her, and nobody wants to be ruled by an Omega.

“You don’t have to repay me. I did it because I like you and Mark. He deserves to be happy. This tradition of Wolf Fang should be eliminated. This is old school.” “You’re right. It’s like testing the Moon Goddess.” “Don’t worry, Mark will protect you. I’ll be here when the time comes.” “I heard that Gabriel was calling Mark every time you’re here.” “That punk is getting on my nerves.” “You can’t blame him. I can see how much he loves you.” “Mark is like my brother, Kayden is my best friend, and you are my friend too. I don’t know why need to be jealous of all of you.”

because no matter what the situation is when I get chocolate, I become less sad. We got home and even before we got inside, everything reminded me of my parents. I looked at my brother and didn’t want him to see me reminiscing about things that remind me of our parents. I saw the struggle in his eyes, as he tried to not let things affect him. Our family butler and the other staff came out to welcome us. “Welcome Miss, young master”. He said respectfully. As the others also followed suit. My parents were not just ordinary business people. They were millionaires. And they were one of the richest people in our country.

I think it is one of the memories I had forgotten, but what is the reason why I sold it? "You have an attack one day, and your parents plan to bring you abroad for treatment, and since Alex and I will go with you and we don't know when we come back, you sell the unit," Jason answered my unspoken question. "Is there a possibility I can get it back? That place is important to me." I felt a tug in my heart just thinking about my old place. I wondered why, but it felt like that place held some memories I had forgotten. Maybe when I stay there again, it can help me regain my lost memories.

Pens. I have four major obsessions in life that I can’t help but hoard, but pens are my favorite. Each pen tells a story the owner abandoned once their ink or purpose ran out. I guess I identify with them. A little too much. So I care for them, give them a home, so they don’t feel used and discarded. Fountain pens. Ballpoints. Markers. Fineliners. Even a quirky set of glitter gel pens shaped like cartoon characters that I refuse to part with. They’re not clutter. They’re me.

Logan was already opening his luggage, handing Israel his gifts when I walked in. “Mom! Look at what Dad bought me!” Israel exclaimed, proudly displaying his new toy cars. “They’re nice,” I said quietly, then sat on the couch. Logan handed Israel a small box and told him to give it to me. Inside was a beautiful, expensive necklace—exactly my taste. But I couldn’t remember the last time my husband had bought me anything out of love. Everything seemed calm. Logan looked pleased. I felt… peaceful. Until my phone rang. I reached for it instinctively, but Logan’s voice cut through the air sharply.

“I can see you sitting here, in the daylight, perusing a few incredibly sentimental adore story like Jane Eyre, on an overstuffed chair. You’ll require a table to hold your tissues, since you’re a sucker for broken heroes and upbeat endings.” He moved to the corner where a somewhat unpleasant statue of war figures stood four feet tall. “Over here you’d have something lavish, something you found at a scavenge deal that was one degree over rubbish, but you couldn’t bear to see it turn to waste. Perhaps a discolored birdcage or a broken granddad clock that ticks but never chimes. Anything it is, you cherish it, since no one else may and it’s furtively your favorite question in the room.”

“A gift? This early in our marriage? Should I be worried?” “Maybe,” he said with a faint smirk, but his eyes were serious. She took the object and unwrapped it slowly. Inside was a delicate gold necklace with a single black diamond pendant. It sparkled like ink under moonlight—beautiful, sharp, dangerous. “It was my mother’s,” he said softly. Elana’s breath caught. “Why give it to me?” “Because I want you to know this isn’t just about appearances anymore,” he said. “I meant what I said. I won’t take what you won’t give. But I won’t stop showing you I’m not the monster you think I am.”

After several moments, she stepped out of the shower, quickly drying off, the towel slipping from her shoulders as she made her way to the wardrobe across the room. She paused when her eyes caught a flash of white—a dress hanging there, untouched. A white dress hanging in her wardrobe caught her eye. She hesitated, staring at it, remembering when Peter had convinced her to buy it. How she’d hesitated, then caved to his persuasive smile. He’d told her it would be the perfect outfit for a night out—something that would make her feel beautiful. The memory flared—a flash of laughter, the way the fabric felt between her fingers, Peter’s easy charm lighting up the room. At the time, she’d had no i