Favorite Possession Novels & Stories

I thought I'd invite her to go shopping, and I'll take care of what she likes. She complained at first, but I didn't agree. I bought a lot for my two children and my parents too. I told Nanet to just take what she likes. I saw a nice polo and I think it suits Henry. I immediately approached it and asked for stock from the sales lady standing by.

Cabir looked at him shockingly. Elena:Yes he is rich..That's why I love him..Xavier looked at her with disappointment..He is rich..rich at heart.. I love him because he himself is the diamond sir.. I love him because he gave me a reason to live..He gave me a family..He is me brothers and sisters who loves me..They themselves are diamonds..And he gave me parents who treats me like their own children.. I love my husband Because he trusts,cares and loves me like I do for him..He gave me a caring family..My Possessive Darling Husband is rich at heart..that's why I love him..

No expectations pressing in from every side. Just Rhett. Just me. The road stretches on hours later, and conversation drifts lazily, little things, unimportant things. A song playing softly from the speakers. A memory he shares about the first time he bought the penthouse we're headed to. “I didn’t even plan on using it much,” he says. “Bought it years ago. Thought it might be useful someday.” “And now?” I ask. “And now I’m glad I did.” I smile, tracing slow patterns on his chest through his shirt. “You have too many possessions.”

she had said, "this is our most precious memory." I had just nodded, my mind already on a business deal that afternoon. Now I knew. That might have been the only precious thing we ever had. I opened her jewelry box. Inside were the few cheap pieces I'd given her. And right on top, wrapped carefully in silk, was the fake marriage certificate. "This is my most valuable possession," she once told me. One necklace I gave Julia was worth more than all of this combined. I opened her diary. "He loved the pasta. Victor actually smiled at me tonight—a real smile, not the one for his men. It was the best moment of my week. I need to find a new recipe for tomorrow. Maybe I can make him smile again."

There was a clue in this article and worse, it was staring at me but I couldn’t see it. “And Syrius knows better than to mess with my family—my wife. You’re my prized possession and I will not let you be tampered with.” Alessandro said angrily. Suddenly, I could see it. Prized possession. Syrius stepped in to help my father without giving any incentive and my father knew if he wanted to keep Syrius by his side, he had to give him something valuable. Money meant nothing to a man like Syrius—he was a billionaire and he had the power and influence to match his wealth. But there was something he didn’t have yet— a queen. Something he would desire about material things— a prized possession.

tried to describe Lila but Stella’s facial expression was so funny that she would have laughed if the situation was different. Stella’s expression turned into jealousy “ I don’t like her already, ” she declared, more to herself than to Amelia. Amelia snorted “ Come on. Lila’s so sweet, fr fr. You should meet her one of these days. ” Stella made a face like she swallowed something sour “ I don’t want to. ” She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and gave Amelia a pointed look. “ Just don’t abandon me because of your new friend, okay? I mean, this is my favorite time. Don’t trade me for some unknown stranger. ” Amelia chuckled, “ Stel, you are impossible. Of course you’re my favorite. Al

That’s how he sees me, because deep down, he still blames me for why Mom’s gone. We finally arrived in front of a tall gate. Above it, there was that said Allard, and it looked like it was made of gold. Allard? You mean Aaron Allard? The famous business tycoon who owns those world-renowned resorts and hotels? What could Dad possibly want here? And if we’re here at Aaron Allard’s place right now, that means we’re also going to see- “I’m glad you made it here safely, Mr. Lucas. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to my humble home. I’m Aaron Allard.”

"Don't you feel bad for him?" "No, not really. But I'm looking back and a lot of situations are making more sense. My memories are so full of Damon forcing me to be with him," he murmurs, looking away as he recalls those moments, "He has said multiple times, I'm his favorite toy. His favorite possession. His pet, even."

“I comprehend the importance of these items, and I appreciate your willingness to carry them with you. It is crucial to cherish the memories and the affection they symbolize.” As we walk side by side, we embark on a journey towards my humble abode, and with each step, my excitement grows exponentially. Crossing the threshold of the front door, a wave of memories crashes into my consciousness, evoking a mix of joy and melancholy. Skillfully maneuvering through the well-known rooms, I carefully select the possessions that possess the deepest emotional significance. Among them, a weathered photograph capturing the love between my parents, a delicate necklace once adorning my mother's graceful n

"I love you so much." I appreciated Jaxon’s constant generosity toward me. I knew that it was just his way of showing me that he loved me. I just really didn’t care much about possessions. I grew up not having much in the way of material things. I was still getting used to not having to worry about having enough money to buy food. Opening my own refrigerator and seeing enough food in there to feed an army still surprised me regularly. I didn’t know if I would ever get used to the level of luxury that my husband took for granted.