Favorite Possession Novels & Stories

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!”

Not even when I was with Antonio. Maybe I am obsessive, who knows? Ever since I was little, I was always very possessive about things I liked, things I considered mine. And now I feel that exact same way about Vincenzo. He’s become something I possess, something I want to keep fiercely, no matter the cost.

"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.

"You don't like these things?" "No," she shook her head. "I used to like or have an interest in these things, but liking something doesn't mean you have to possess it." "Why doesn't liking mean possession?" For him, liking something meant owning it. Only by possessing it could he be satisfied. "Maybe there are more suitable people for these things. I have enough clothes around me, no need to waste them," she explained. "So—" his voice choked, "Vivi, you still don't want to forgive me?"

Once I let him have his way with me, he got his parents to be a little lenient, stating that I was his. Am I a possession? That’s all I have been since I had no parents, owned. Heron appeared to be a loving guy but, he was stuck in a wheelchair and displayed the same disgusting possessiveness. What happiness could he bring? What protection could he offer? Look how easily I got millions from him. Toying him around my fingers like he was a plaything. Like a chew toy, I spat him out and he did nothing about it. Worthless! I have no regrets.