Favorite Possession Novels & Stories

My heart wants him to hold me tighter cause am all his, his possession, all of me. I remember his confession and our wild last night together, I remember how he devoured my lips with his, and how his every kisses were more passionate than the last, more eloquent than any word could be, how his kisses were intense and rough... I love when he becomes rough with me, I loved how he brought me back to his room and to his bed, how he tore my damn clothes off, and how I let him have his way, how his juicy big dick penetrated inside and drowned me in that possessive love of his.

And a carefree, warmth-filled woman who didn’t even realize she was changing everything around her just by existing. He wanted to own the space she walked into. She wanted to breathe inside it. He saw love as possession. She saw love as freedom. And neither of them knew yet — They were about to become each other’s greatest weakness. Author’s Note Hi readers 🤍 His Possession, Her Freedom is my second novel and a deeper step into my writing journey. This story comes entirely from my own imagination, shaped by emotions, contrasts, and the delicate line between possession and freedom in love. It explores power, vulnerability, control, warmth, and what happens when two completely different emoti

I enjoy bringing possessions back to my equally hard done by friend, who turns scraps into incredible creations. Since I've been cut off from my father for over a year, I haven't had much luck making money."I am eternally grateful, darling Dove," Dev says distractedly, sifting through each item with remarkable precision. "It's all vintage and musty, but there's real gold in that jewellery," I muse, setting my bag down on our tiny dining room table, which is less for eating food at, and more for storing various household items. "Ugh, I love old people." He starts dragging the bag toward the couch. "Well, I love when they die."

They ment so much to me, even if I had only had it for a year or even less than. I found it, punching the air victoriously as I got a hold of it. It was light pink, one of the colors I adored, and it held a year's worth of photos I cherished with my heart. My heart sank a bit at the thought that I nearly forgot about it. I didn't want to, but it seemed like I did, like I completely abandoned it and left it gone for good. I clutched -my most prized possession, pressing it tightly to my chest, remembering the joy I felt when I finally got it once again.

You’re just a pre-celestial fighter, so must you provoke him over and over again? After Kayson and Swenson left the Osborn mansion, Valdis harrumphed coldly, and all the grass and trees around him evaporated, leaving a circle behind. “What a waste! My treasure trove has so many treasures, yet he picked the most useless garbage out of all.” That crystal glass ball was a toy he had bought for his grandson as a toy. It had no use at all. Swenson escorted Kayson back to the bar. “Thank you, Mr. Windsor. You can go back now.”

“What right do you have to touch my things?!! ​​You don’t want me to touch yours but when you're the one who will do that, it’s okay?? Old, does it look so cheap? Well, you already know that I am a cheap girl. I’m poor, but still, you brought me to your house! And one thing, even if it’s old, it’s important to me because my dad gave it to me, also the shoes my shoes. All of that is important to me because they gave it to me. I have no other memories of them other than those things!! The garbage you say is like a treasure to me! It’s hard for you because maybe you don’t know how to appreciate small or old things!”

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

I've been preserved in amber, I am one with the sheets, I am zen. Back at the plush bed, I sink even further into comfort, soft sweet smelling fabric pushing against my cheek. My limbs are pliant, every muscle in my face relaxed, each breath in and out is evenly spaced. Relaxed back into the same fucking position I collapsed in last night. This guy is a FUCKING IDIOT. Does he really think I am his actual pet and not a woman planning violent, glorious murder.

Lewis scoffed trying to keep his anger in check His thumb snaked to her pouty red lips and slowly begun stroking it "The lips are for me corazón. Your kisses belongs to me and only me. Don't ever let anyone kiss you again. I don't wanna even see you with anything that has 3 legs. Am very possessive corazón. The things I cherish and love,I don't toy with it. And you're one of them. One of my top priority" he said sweetly making sure to stare deep into her eyes Laine gulped down nothing feeling the uncontrollable butterflies dancing in her tummy

She gave her a short smile and said, "I thought I can visit mom in the cemetery today! Huh, how I wish she's still alive." Dianna felt the longing for a mother's love and presence. She wished she could turn back the time and bring her mom to life again. But she knew, it was impossible to happen. No one has ever the possession to do such an unthinkable thing. She then gasped, turned around on her, and watched over the window. "The owner of the mall pulled out their franchise. They called me earlier that they had chosen already my greatest competitor." It was a devastating truth but she remained calm and happy. Dianna knew there has a lot of opportunities waiting for her.