Novel & Cerita His Possession

Everything of him. Her wolf snarled softly. ‘It’s not our house,’ she murmured. ‘It’s his. All of it. His.’ The thought made her stomach tighten. Ownership. Possession. Her wolf didn’t sound angry—she sounded resigned, and somehow, that was worse. At least Kalmin hadn’t locked her in the room this time. That small victory gave her a glimmer of hope as she moved toward the kitchen. The soft sound of footsteps approaching behind her made her heart lurch in her chest. Her body tensed, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know it was him.

His possession. And no one... not even God... could keep her from him. ________________________ Thank you

And she can’t possibly tell them that she is ‘Shadow. In the underworld, Shadow is well known for being able to obtain information that even an influential person cannot. She is able to provide information about a needle in a haystack and its exact position. Aurora herself is just amazed by how capable her friend is.

His gaze burned into mine, and even with our far distance and a glass wall dividing us, I could feel the intensity coming from him. It was warmth, but it was too much, and it was becoming dangerous. There are times I could remember River in him. Both of them had the same characteristic, but Hans was more obsessive. Possessive. It’s suffocating. Maybe that’s the reason why I didn’t like him. “You could destroy every part of my life, and I would still crawl back to you,” he muttered, his smile becoming sardonic. “Because losing everything means nothing if I still have you.”

Your very soul, bound to me for eternity. *One hand releases her hair to slide down her back, splaying possessively across the curve of her ass. He squeezes the firm globe, kneading the flesh as he pulls her harder against him.* You're mine now, fully and completely. This house, this fortune, your beautiful body and brilliant mind - all of it belongs to me. Just as your grandmother promised. *A whimper escapes her lips as he grinds against her, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing insistently against her core. His words, dark and possessive, send a forbidden thrill through her even as they terrify her with their implications.*

Ace said in a threatening yet soft tone which made her remember the old days. "I think you have forgotten. So, let me remind you it again. Always remember this baby girl, you are mine. Mine to touch. Mine to love. And I will not let any other touch what only belongs to me. I won't mind to burn them alive. Trust me, baby girl, I am very possessive when it comes to my things. And you are my woman. The mother of my babies then imagine how much possessive I am about you? The moment my eyes had fallen on you, from the moment you were mine. And I do not share what is mine. When I can not bear any cheap around you, and that bastard dares to propose to you in front of me then imaging what can I do w

Yesterday she would have tried to run away if it wasn't for Derinem. The name left a bitter taste in his mouth. For a moment, he was jealous to see her with his brother, the way he looked into her face made his heart tighten, and what more, he wanted to possess her. Keep her as his possession. Because that's what she was, **HIS POSSESSION* There was a knock on the door; his secretary came in, followed by Derinem. _**thinking of the devil**_ His black polo hugged tight to his upper frame, and he wore faded jeans to go with it.

"Who?" "Dylan and that bastard don't have a plan to sell it back again. When I talk to him, that bastard is so arrogant, and I badly want to beat him." I clenched my fist angrily. That bastard Dylan again. He always takes what was mine. First,t that bitch Winter, now my place. "Okay, just forget about it. Just look for a new place for me." I said between gritted teeth. I badly want that place, but Dylan owns it now. I don't want to take it back from him anymore.

Suddenly Max's heart became very empty, He enjoyed that view, ''Was this all real that I really saw a woman or it's just an illusion. Then he made his poker face again because for him that beautiful show was over but "Whoever is if she exists I will find her for sure''. Max thought to himself. Max Jackson is 27 years old, the one and only Crown Prince of Jackson Enterprise. Jackson's enterprise held a large amount of business all over the world. They own bars, and hotels all over the world and they even invested their money in the entertainment industry but tragically his parents died in a car accident almost 7 years ago .....