Favorite Possession Novels & Stories

She was really testing his patience. “Tell me about yourself, Gabriella.” He seethed, trying to control his brewing anger. Gabriella sighed, tired of all the orders he kept barking at her. How was she going to survive an entire year with this insufferable man- she wondered. “I have no family, as you already know, my best friend’s name is Khloe, my favorite color is purple, and I love small dogs, roses, and dark chocolate.” Alexander listened attentively as she listed facts about herself, hanging on every word.

His breath was hot, smelling of cedarwood and iron. "This is a repossession. Your father put you up as collateral, and I’m here to collect interest." He hauled me forward, slamming my back against the heavy office door. The wood was cold and unforgiving, biting through my thin blazer. He crowded me, his massive frame pinning me. I felt small. Hunted. And to my absolute shame, a treacherous warmth pooled between my legs. "You like this, don't you? The violence of it." He let go of my hair and shoved his hand under my skirt. He didn't go for buttons. He yanked the lace of my panties aside with a sharp snap.

Saving her from her stuttering mess, Maxwell provided, "Most special possessions are kept in most special places. Likewise, most treasured gifts are always close to the most treasured organ. This hanky and pen, they've always, always been right here in my breast pocket. Right on top of my heart. Where they rightly belong." Angelina's heart lurched. He had said so many things to her in the past, both hurtful and sweet, heart-melting ones, but none of those things tugged at her heart as much as these few words did. Her gifts; a mere, cheap hanky and pen are his most special and most treasured possessions?! Close to his heart? The gifts that she honestly thought he had long since disposed of, e

Chapter 23: Never Allowed Personal Possessions Maisie's POV: My Mother would take away anything I had that someone else liked or wanted. She once gave me nice fluffy socks. Well, they were really old but new to me. Then the next day, she came back by and took them away, giving them to my sister who liked them more than I did. She told my mother she deserved them more than I did. Anytime I recall getting anything, someone else wanted it more, so it got taken away from me. I never got to keep anything very long, even when it was given to me first. Well, I am not going to get used to this and then someone else takes it from me.

They were so grateful for the smallest things. A Reaver woman would probably want bigger, fancier, or a different color. Reavers were made to be insanely high class. Something that a Reaver may scoff at, this little Human was enamored with. She lived in the pet store with little to her name for so long, this may be the nicest thing she owned. I headed over to my bed and climbed in, leaning my pillow against the headboard and grabbing my cell phone. I hated this infernal device. All these newfangled kids nowadays were using these… I never understood it when we had the good old fashioned mind link. I guess I couldn’t mind link everyone… But the important people were all that mattered.

At an age that could be said to be no longer a teenager, Feli had never felt the strange tremor in her heart like what she felt for her current employer. Her daily life has been spent having fun with her best and only friend, Sally. If not hanging out with her best friend, Feli would choose to spend time with her parents. Her life can be said to be flat, but Feli never feels bored. She has a hobby that makes her happy. What else if not asking for luxury goods from the daddy who can only surrender. Collecting luxury items is quite capable of raising her mood besides eating ice cream. Feli chuckled amusedly when she remembered the expression on her daddy's face every time she asked for the ite

You are my partner in crime. Nothing beats the happiness I get within me each time I see you. It's a unique feeling I want to keep having every day of my life. You're my all in all. My best friend, my soulmate, and my partner in every meanest thing. What a blessing! I've been shown by life that good men are hard to come by, and when one sees a good man, he should be treasured like a diamond. That's what I am going to be doing, my love — hoarding you for as long as I live. You are the one who owns my heart.

“Damn it, Micah, you broke the last pair. They were silk and…” “And I’ll buy you some more,” he laughs as he claims his latest trophy. He has a strange fetish for stealing my panties and has become a lot more daring about how and where he manages it. “Or, you could always leave them for me like little presents so I won’t have to break them. It could be like a treasure hunt.” I gasp, mortified. “But what if someone else found them.” “Lucky them,” he grins mischievously as if the idea of strangers potentially coming across my colorful used panties would somehow make this all more fun for him.

Smiling I grabbed my container and walked into the living room watching him as he talked to Chloe. He looked up at me, “I’m still amazed every day by her.” I nodded, “she is pretty special. I think she gets that from her daddy. ” Lucas leaned down kissing her forehead, “I don’t know about that. I mean you did tame me. You found a way inside.” Taking a bite of my food I shook my head, “yeah you thought you owned me there for a bit.” Lucas laughed, “oh baby I still do you and Chloe are my most prized possessions.”

Father asked, but the whole room was silent. I got up slowly and cleared my throat. “I have something to say. I am very honoured that I'm about to reclaim my title, but there is something I wish we would change. The rule where we'd have to kill the woman we have in order to gain our 09 fortune. Let's abolish it; I can't bring myself to do that to a woman who loves me. I couldn't do that last time because I fell in love with my wife, I fell in love with her deeply, and I couldn't bring myself to kill her. The guilt would kill me eventually, so I intentionally let her go to protect her.