Favorite Possession Novels & Stories

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.”

There's room for both of us. Paige climbs in. I climb in beside her. "This is ours," she whispers. "This is ours," I say. She falls asleep. Her hand in mine. I stay awake a little longer. Watching the city. Watching her. This is ours. I never thought I'd have this. But now that I do, I'm never letting go.

"What are you thinking about?" What was I thinking about? Seawater flooding my lungs. Steel-toed boots slamming into my abdomen until the life inside me became a pool of blood… My fingers dug into my palms, nails biting deep into flesh. I forced the memory down and managed a smile. "I'm severely allergic to caviar. I absolutely cannot have it. However, you can add plenty of truffles. I love the aroma." A flash of something sharp flickered in Giulia's eyes. "Of course," she said sweetly. "I'll make sure everything is perfect."

“Oh, you know, the one. Your most prized car.” “But baby, you know that that car is my most prized possession and I don’t let anyone drive it. Even I don’t drive it all the time for me to think I’m going to give it to you?” He protested. And I said, “Well, it’s your most prized possession and that’s why I’m asking you to give it to me just for the day.”

Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

You’re just a pre-celestial fighter, so must you provoke him over and over again? After Kayson and Swenson left the Osborn mansion, Valdis harrumphed coldly, and all the grass and trees around him evaporated, leaving a circle behind. “What a waste! My treasure trove has so many treasures, yet he picked the most useless garbage out of all.” That crystal glass ball was a toy he had bought for his grandson as a toy. It had no use at all. Swenson escorted Kayson back to the bar. “Thank you, Mr. Windsor. You can go back now.”

"I don’t care if it's old or if it's a girl's toy, it's still mine! No one has the right to take it away from me!" Fred roared like an angry lion cub. "Where's the doll?" It was the only thing he had brought with him from the Valor Residence. It was a gift from Jackie, and it was a priceless treasure to him! The maid was taken aback, her voice faltering as she replied, "It's... it's in the store room." Normally, items in the store room were useless items that the servants would store and sell to scrap collectors in bulk. It was a source of extra income for the servants.

He even said before leaving the room, "I didn't give you a birthday present yesterday." After saying that, he disappeared far from my room, now gaze turned to the object in my hand. Surprised to see an expensive necklace given to me as a gift. Me begins to feel guilty because Ren only works for a small company. Then how could he buy me such an expensive item. But now I still have work to do, so I have to put it aside and wait for the right time to return it. …

"You are my possesion. Whatever I want I get" His voice boomed with power and authority. I was confused. I had no qualities. I was not an American top model, I had no status or cliche I would even compare my self with with a distinct fashion designer because she wears designer clothes but he choosed to own me. Someone with baggages a person who has burdens, someone who had nothing concrete to give a man like him even though a man like him had everthing and yet he choose me.