Favorite Possession Novels & Stories

I heard a huge fight broke out in the process of obtaining those two cameras,word got out and the owners got robbed,the robbers also got robbed and the cycle continues,the true owner isn't known until Dokgo interferes, a national treasure! Poem; Willing to do anything to please the one I love. Your existence brings me so much joy, How dare I not cherish that?! My very own happiness. I don’t deserve you. ~Ade

Lisa replied innocently, pointing at the wristwatch on my wrist. It was a costly golden wrist watch I had owned since I turned twenty. It was gifted to me by an old friend of mine as a birthday present on my twentieth birthday, four years ago. Ever since then, it had been my most treasured possession, as it held the good memories of my friend, who died in a plane crash, not long after.

I love those places. "I am. Because I'm going to meet Mercy. Remember her? My cousin who's opening her fashion exhibition and I'm so going there. I just wish you could come with me." She said as her voice dropped to a sudden low one. She's more excited for a fashion exhibition that actually going to Paris? "I wish that too. But I can't. It's clearly not so possible." I said. "Well, I'm gonna send you lots of pictures. And those Eiffel tower shaped macaroons, for sure." She said with a laugh. I laughed along.

Chapter 23: Never Allowed Personal Possessions Maisie's POV: My Mother would take away anything I had that someone else liked or wanted. She once gave me nice fluffy socks. Well, they were really old but new to me. Then the next day, she came back by and took them away, giving them to my sister who liked them more than I did. She told my mother she deserved them more than I did. Anytime I recall getting anything, someone else wanted it more, so it got taken away from me. I never got to keep anything very long, even when it was given to me first. Well, I am not going to get used to this and then someone else takes it from me.

His posture was hesitant and hunched, like a man trying to repent far too late. That's how people are. We only treasure what’s gone. As for some, what they can’t have and what they’ve already lost is always the most precious.

“Whatever. I don't care about those things right now. You can keep them to yourself for all I.” “I can tell you if you want. I have no favorite food or dress code. For my favorite color, I think gray would do. You see, I know you hate me keeping things and that's why I'm telling.” Madeline rolled her eyes at his statement. Those were irrelevant information. He should give her the information she wants and get it done with so they can finally stay peaceful. “Keep talking. What's your favorite toy?” “I'm sure you already know that, darling. This.” He brought out his pistol from his waist band and showed it to her. Obviously, that was his favorite toy. The one he loves cleaning and taking care

“She loves strawberries and knock-knock jokes and jumping in mud puddles. She has this favorite pair of overalls. My mate went out and bought it in multiple sizes, so she won’t cry when she grows out of them.” He stops for a second and holds up a finger, then pulls something out of his jacket pocket. It’s a flat stone with hearts and polka dots painted on it. “Her favorite hobby is to collect river rocks and paint them, then give them to pack members as gifts. I have never met a kid as innocent and full of love for her family. Do you think her parents would want to see her become a girl that ends up at your brokerage?” “You talk about her like she’s yours.” I tilt my head, seeing if he will

It hadn’t been a special day for anyone else. But for them… it had been. He had looked at it with an emotion he hadn’t known how to hide and said: “Thank you, Mili. It’s my favorite gift.” Now it was there. Inside a glass case, like a relic. With a perfect gold plaque that read: “My favorite gift.” Milagros felt a hot knot in her stomach rise slowly, uncomfortably, inevitably. She remembered that day. She remembered his excitement. She remembered that he used to sleep with that car under his pillow, as if it were something he couldn’t bear to lose.

“Not that one. That’s a limited edition. There are only 20 of them in the entire world.” “Really? Then I can get more money from selling this. Good for the kids. Thank you, Vivaan.” Vivaan frowned. He went and sat on the bed, looking disheartened. In the past few weeks, he has lost a few of his suits, his platinum cufflinks, his collection of action figures and his FIFA set. Now the watches too. If only he did not love Sanvika so much… He would never let someone else take these away from him. Because whatever the case is, he liked his rich privileged life. He felt bad for the poor. But he still loved his limited edition watch.

I won't be happy about this pass yet. “Thank you, I...we appreciate your kindness. It won’t happen again, I can assure you," Marek says in one breath, purposefully trying to sound like a blustering fool. Any semblance of guilt is not shared openly through his mannerisms. “If it’s not going to happen again, and I’m not going to see you two again, why not join me for dinner, and perhaps a night in my home?” he offers, motioning around himself, knowing the decadence of his home would be enough to lure in the surest of souls. This is less of a home, and more of a showcase for the wealthy competition that must pass through here each day.