Favorite Possession Novels & Stories

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

I heaved a sigh of relief and exclaimed, "Thank you for your compassion, Cloud. It's really appreciated. What about my final question?" "Can you tell me what your third question is?" he said. "When did you muster the courage to take ownership of my most treasured possession?" "Huh, I told you nothing ever happened between us," he exclaimed, perplexed. "No, it was not my intent." "So, what precisely is it? What is your most valuable possession?" "My... my pillow," I finally said. Cloud laughed as he raised his eyebrows and stared at me, bewildered at my reaction. "Is there something funny?" I asked, furious.

" He said huskily as he sent cold shivers down my spine. I smiled and sat upon him between his legs. I drew circles on his chest as I smiled when I noticed the love mark, I gave him on his collarbone. "I finally marked you," I said proudly as I traced my fingers on his collarbone. "That means I'm yours to be," He smirked. "Yes baby," I said biting my lips. "Do you love kids?" I asked him nervously playing with his nipples as his breathing became ragged. "Of course, I'm planning on making one with you," He said as he tugged strands of my hair behind my ear.

As you grow older you realise that what you possess shouldn’t control you ,and you should control what you possess to attain something that can keep s on giving and gives in return . So basically possessions and money cannot fix everything . What my grandfather Abraham taught me was that; it is the stuff that isn’t physically tangible that brings you joy and teaches you the greatest lessons are things you can’t buy ; bottle up or describe . They are things you need to experience and feel .

The one that Joshua was wearing on his wrist was indeed the model Patty bought. Bob was instantly horrified. If Joshua already had this watch, then Patty's watch was useless. Bob was biting his lips, “I, I just think this model is quite new, so I couldn’t help but look at it...” "This was a gift from Hazel." Joshua said faintly, "In fact, I don't care what the gift is. For me, the most important thing is the person who gives me the gift. I will like whatever she gives me. By the way, I heard that Patty also likes to collect luxury goods? She would probably also like this limited-edition watch since she is a luxury goods collector."

The majority of the customers here were mother and daughter, causing Blake's tall and straight figure to be extremely conspicuous as he stood tall and straight in front of the shelves. "Sir, are you going to buy your daughter a Barbie doll? How old is the child?” Blake smiled and replied naturally, "I bought it for my wife. She also likes Barbie." "Oh." The saleslady nodded in understanding. It seemed like this kind of thing happened occasionally, and some of the older girls still had childish hearts.

She knew how much he had battled insomnia in the past, and he had always looked like a man carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Now, although he was busier than ever as the new Don, he seemed lighter somehow. And that made her happier than ever. The mansion itself felt different too. The tension that had once followed everyone through the hallways was gone. Donna Marta no longer kept to herself. Eli was slowly becoming more like the cheerful little boy he used to be before the kidnapping. Even Sophia appeared happier. At least on the surface. That afternoon, Calla was sitting in one of the smaller living rooms with a cup of tea in her hands. The television played quietly in the

"Because I always need you and I always want you here." "Then forever it is," I agreed, even though we both knew forever was a luxury we might not have, even though every day was a gift I couldn't take for granted, even though loving her meant living with the constant terror of loss. After she'd rested for twenty minutes and her color had improved, I wheeled her toward the small shopping area where vendors sold toys and souvenirs, and she pointed excitedly at a stuffed wolf with grey fur and gentle eyes. "Papa, look! Posso averlo?" Can I have it?

It’ll get me through this. Two cashmere sweaters (both gifts from a man who no longer exists, soft but stained with memories). Burn them? Keep them? Why does everything feel like a landmine? One pair of pre-pregnancy jeans I may never fit again. The leather-bound notebook that contains every Whitford product roadmap I ever drew at 3 a.m. This is my real empire. Not his glass tower. Mine. The tiny white onesie with the gold crown. For you, little one. I’ll build you a world where no one ever takes your crown.

She added, “But we needed to do it. Having your family’s wealth will increase ours. And once it happens? Our daughter will be proud of us.” Ricardo nodded, agreeing with what Eleanor was saying. I didn’t answer immediately as I clenched my fists, nails burying in my skin. That’s why I always feel that something’s wrong in that room. Even if I’m the one using that, it never felt like it was mine. Her statement says it all.