Favorite Possession Novels & Stories

I was a man who owned everything, yet I was sitting here waiting for a ghost that wasn't coming back. ​I pulled out my phone and scrolled past the business emails and the missed calls. I opened the digital version of The Sovereign and found the latest column by L.L. Ni. ​“The most expensive things in life are the ones that can never be replaced, only mourned.” ​I finished my drink in one gulp, the burn of the bourbon matching the fire in my chest. Whoever this writer was, she understood a truth I was learning the hard way. I had traded a soul for a bet, and now I was a king of an empty, silent castle.

I wanted to stop dating assholes who can fuck and choose a boring suburban guy thinking it'd make my life easier. But now, I have serious doubts about the potential success of this marriage. I climb out of bed, walking over to my closet. Pressing a button, the closet reveals a hidden compartment where I hide my second life. I stand there for a second staring at it all: my sex toys, dominatrix outfits. Something catches my eye. A promotional flyer for the one-night-a-month wild night of pleasure from my favorite sex club, VELVET! Tonight was the D-day. I hadn’t been to Velvet in months. Not since I got engaged.

I try to show him with my actions and gestures that I’m all his. I don’t find his possessive attitude annoying, I have to admit I quite like it. For years I waited for this special person whom I can be possessed of and who would be equally infatuated with me. And now that I have it, I’m planning to thoroughly enjoy it. I’m proud of my mate, he’s fucking gorgeous. I’m happy to show him off and flaunt him on everyone’s face.

“You are really bad at this present thing, aren’t you? Buy something like that and give it to him away from everyone else. Buy something like a watch, a keyring, a belt… I don’t know, something else, for him to open in front of everyone else.” He makes sense. Okay, so what do I buy then? Thinking back to the playroom, I know of one thing but I don’t even know if I can find it: the whip Max stole, his favourite whip. He didn’t even try to find a replacement and just accepted it was gone, but it was his favourite. I don’t even know how to find that. I know Marcus would though, but that just feels too awkward. Looking at him, he seems to know what I am thinking.

Jenson told me that my phone was safely placed in one of the drawers and although she told me that now I have an iPhone Black Diamond, I still wanted to use my small smartphone. It was the first thing I had bought with my own money and I was pretty proud of myself. I couldn't just throw away the phone which I bought with my own hard earned money. It held a lot of sentimental value for me. It reminded me of how independent I had become and no way would I ever give it up. It was one of my priceless possession, besides my mom's necklace and my dad's watch which were safe in my closet, locked in a black box back at my small and old apartment. I sighed. I hoped I can get that someday. I didn't kn

Talked about random different things, played our favorite song over and over, singing along with the artist, eyes meeting whenever we got to the parts we could relate to, smiling secretly at each other. We made plans to visit different countries all over the world before I went back to work. It was the dream really. Cracked by the reality that Jesse and I are just so different. “Elijah baby, you have to agree it’s hoarding.” “It was gift given to me by my ex. You just don’t want it in your house because of the simple fact that Viv made it for me, with love.” He sighs, and I hug the knit sweater we’ve been fighting over for the past few minutes.

My parents liked to show off their wealth with extravent, heavy furniture, and garish, but expensive, dust gatherers - ornaments and art they bought just to show everyone how rich they were. Those things meant nothing to them, and it meant nothing to me. Some of the items went to Angelica, but a lot of the furniture and junk are still in storage. I only kept the things that mattered most to me. Sentimental little nick nacks that are worthless to most, but priceless to me. The penthouse only has three bedrooms. The master and two smaller ones. Marco shifts the sleeping Betsy higher up on his shoulder and gives me an expectant look. “Second floor,” I say. “Third door on the right.”

I confronted her. "Are you mad at me because I wore this dress?" She sarcastically retorted. "I don't remember you asking permission to borrow that dress of mine. That's my favorite and I seldom wear it because I'm saving it for special occasions." The dress was one of my most valuable things I treasure and it really pissed me off because she just wore it without asking my permission. It was the last dress my Mom bought me when we went shopping. It was the time when she was healthy and she was not aware of her disease. I was worried she might bring it back broken just like what she usually does when she uses my stuff.

Avery spun around in a dress that caught the light and scattered it across the walls like stars. "Like a princess," I said. How quickly they were growing, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. Each milestone and each giggle was a treasure I hoarded greedily within my heart. "Is there something else you've had your eye on, Theo?" Dunstan inquired as he noted Theo's ambivalence toward the next store, which was the gadget shop. Theo's eyes lit up with excitement as he glanced at the display window filled with the latest tech gadgets. "Actually, there is one gadget that I've been eyeing for a while," he confessed. "But I'm actually saving up for something more important right now."

I guess at the end of the day, we all want what we can’t have. “I like a girl who doesn’t mix business with pleasure,” Stacey teased and we all laughed. “Oh come on, you’re seriously hurting my chances with her here, boss lady.” Max playfully whined, adding to our whole humorous atmosphere. “Thanks for the talk, Stace.” I said before walking away. “You guys have a great weekend.” I took the long way home, trying to avoid imprisoning myself to the walls of my studio apartment, for longer than I had to.