Novel & Cerita Favorite Possession

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.

"Just let her do it. If she doesn't do something, she'll feel guilty for the rest of her life." Hearing Dante say that, I smiled. "Of course." Of course, I would let her help. She opened my suitcase and picked up jewelry box after jewelry box. "Ms. Leone, which items are especially important to you? I'll be extra careful not to damage them." I narrowed my eyes slightly and pointed at the black velvet box on the table. "The others don't matter, but whatever you do, don't touch that box. What's inside is extremely important." The box contained the Santoro family signet ring. Dante's father, Don Lorenzo Santoro, had given it to him after he ruthlessly crushed a rival family.

“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.

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.

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.”

Possession: This word has a lot of meanings. But in a simple word, it means ownership, and ownership doesn't necessarily mean stating claims...but most prized possession comes with a different meaning—treasured. That word carries a deeper meaning when it comes to Ixora and the keytar. The keytar was the only thing that strengthened her friendship with Blake. He gave her the keytar the first day they met, and that was the last day they ever saw each other physically. Ixora valued the keytar more than anything. It wasn't her dream...but Blake's.

"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.