Favorite Possession の小説・ストーリー

They were all custom made for me by the most luxurious brand and I keep them in a certain drawer, one in which I keep other items I hold close to my heart. Reaching for the key, I unlock the drawer and as soon as I pull it out, my heart breaks when I look at what was my mother's favorite golden necklace, and my fathers favorite watch. I always keep them close together. Right next to them are the baby toys that I've always kept with me - the pink one and the blue one. I can never get rid of them no matter how much time has passed. It must be because I still haven't yet spoken to Layla. This fuels my intention to speak to her even more.

She knew Max was mentally deranged but never had she ever cared to accept it until his psychotic break snatched her child, her motherhood from her. Max had a weird obsession of keeping his things with him no matter if he wanted them or not, this man didn't even throw away his scary toys which his father used to buy him in his childhood. If he didn't want something anymore he simply would get rid of it but would never let it go to another's hand. Jade was just the same case.

It was like I was a beast—something, someone so hideous and brazen to be hidden from the whole world. With time, the zeal inside me died, to get my parent's affection or their love. The only time I was given beautiful clothes, and treated affectionately was when Gianni visited. Every dinner he would attend—my mother would dress me up in beautiful frocks, and tie my hair with pretty ribbons, and at the dinner table—I would be showered with everything I desired.

"You think I care about the fire? I’ve been burning since the day I saw you in that white room. If this is where it ends, then it ends with you belonging to me more than you ever have. I want the last thing you feel to be me. I want the last name on your lips to be mine." He kissed her then—not a kiss of comfort, but a visceral, territorial claim. It was an explicit reclamation of everything she was, a desperate attempt to drown out the betrayal of their fathers with the sheer, overwhelming force of his obsession. "You are my poisonous possession," he panted against her lips, his hands tearing at the fabric of her clothes until she was bare against the cold, leather-bound history of the vaul

“That’s the point, Cassie. I don’t want Rowan. I don’t want Liam. I want to know I can have them—or at least pieces of them—whenever I choose. The power. The control. That’s the fun.” Cassie exhaled sharply, almost laughing from disbelief. “You’re insane. You don’t even care about love, do you?” “Love?” I smirked. “Love is boring. Possession is better. People fall in and out of love all the time, but when you possess something —when you take it, when it’s yours—it doesn’t matter how anyone else feels. Look at this bag. Piper would probably cry if she knew Rowan bought this for me. That’s worth more than love.”

Even if I was still hating on her, I couldn't help but miss her. Dave examined the bracelet, nodding in approval. "This is a nice piece. I have never seen anything made so perfectly. I can give you a good price for it." He stood there thinking for a second, his eyes going from the bracelet to us. "Since you're friends with Sally, I'll give you a price I would never normally offer. Ten thousand? And I'll hold it for a few months in case you change your mind and want it back."

"Yes dear" "Take hold of this power of attorney, I collected it from my lawyer today, I would be needing it by the weekend so till then help me keep it" "Okay" I muttered and took it END OF FLASHBACK I smile, Ashley I'm sorry for what I'm about to do, but you left me with no choice, and thanks for trusting me with your most precious asset I'm going to make you sign off all your property to me, and that would be happening this night. Tomorrow morning when I arrive at the office, I will be the new owner of BONIFACIO IMPORT AND EXPORT EMPIRE.

Giselle said out of nowhere that made Xander chuckle. " How did you know it?" Xander asks Giselle. " It's obvious, Rich people always wants to give expensive things. And If the gifts is gold or diamond it will be in stock in my room and I will treat it as a treasure or emergency fund " Giselle bluntly answered that makes Xander smile. " You really like Gold and Diamonds ?" Xander asks, which makes Giselle giggle. " I like expensive and luxurious things Xander, It gives me happiness"

I sighed, and the sheen in his eyes dulled. “Right?” He asked again, this time his tone lacked more than half of his previous confidence. I deadpanned. True, Zahra would love it. She would tweet about it for days, weeks to come. In fact, it will easily become her favorite toy of the month. There’s just one tiny weeny problem—you can’t buy Zahra’s forgiveness with gifts. An attribute I now hate that she learned from Rowan. And of all people, my father should be well accustomed to that fact. But like I said earlier, desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Trust me, Robert, I understand more than you think. But maybe you don’t understand how things work with me.” She frowned, taken aback by his sudden change in tone. “What do you mean?” Damien leaned in, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “Once something’s mine, it’s mine. I don’t just give things back. And right now, that letter? It’s mine.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “You… you’re unbelievable. It’s just a piece of paper! It doesn’t mean anything to you.” He chuckled, leaning back again. “Maybe it doesn’t. But it means something to you. And that makes it worth keeping.”