I Possess Mga Nobela at Kwento

However, one part of his sentence stands out to me. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not a possession.” “No, you’re not a possession, that would imply that I own you. What you are, is precious to me. You are mine to love, mine to protect. That’s what I mean when I say you are mine. Well, that and I have no intention of ever letting another man have you. So in that instance, I guess it is rather possessive. But I’m an Alpha, you’ll have to get used to it.”

he whispers against my lips, a claim that reverberates through the silent corners of the room. Days unfold with his possessiveness taking center stage. One day at college, as I got engaged in a conversation with a fellow student about a project, Kirill appears beside me. His hand finds its way around my waist, a deliberate gesture that leaves no room for misinterpretation. "I hope I'm not interrupting," he says with a smirk, casting a possessive glance at the guy I was talking to. The poor soul, sensing the shift in dynamics, quickly concludes the conversation and retreats. His actions speak louder than words, a declaration to everyone around that I belong to him.

As I mentioned before, assumptions never get you anywhere. “Sebastian, I won’t deny that at one stage I was hoping that Eli would pick me and not that woman, but things just weren’t meant to be, and the goddess blessed me by sending me you.” I took his face in my hands and made him look into my eyes. “I picked you. I only want you. You make me happy.” I smiled, but he was only half smiling. So, I shoved the shirt off my shoulder to reveal his mark. “I carry your mark.” I kissed his left cheek, feeling the hunger stirring deep inside me and I knew he could smell my arousal. “You carry my mark.” I kissed his other cheek and breathed in his scent.

I shook my head slightly. "I don't know. I don't know why my mouth didn't say anything at that moment. Of course, I like him. But I don't know if I love him. I don't know what kind of feelings I have for him. I'm just confused." I said feeling heavy hearted.

I snap. I stalk closer, watching her straighten, her fingers twitching in her lap. She thinks she can question me? That she has a right to the storm in my head? “You don’t get to ask me that,” I say flatly. “You don’t get to question me at all.” Her lips part, and for a second, I almost hate the way she looks hurt. Almost. I lean down, close enough that she can’t mistake the venom in my voice. “Don’t confuse what this is, Issa. You’re not my equal. You’re not special. You’re mine. Nothing more than something I own.”

“Well, I can't stand it! I can't stand seeing what is mine being held possessively.” “What is yours?” Isabella asked softly trying to understand him. Not like she didn't understand but she wanted more of his ruthless yet soothing words. “Yes, princess. I can't stand seeing you with another. I can't stand watching you being held by another. How would you feel? To have an unproductive day because you spent your every minute thinking about the smile and laughter of a 22-year-old lady who should be your acting daughter, yet you walk into her being held so possessively by another.”

Principal Smith said, and I controlled my anger. Why was I weak in front of them? I wished I had my wolf spirit so I could fight with every one of them. "Principal Smith, tell her to clean my locker," Bianca said, gaining sympathy. I may not have the wolf spirit, but I was not going to let them ruin my self-respect. "You can do it yourself, and I regret that I am not the one who painted your locker. But if I did, I would have written more than 'bitch' because you deserve more," I insulted her, and the crowd howled at me.

I can now be one of those stalkers who ignored his secret crush by sneaking a peek at her. I almost flew off where she stood when I saw that she would fall to the floor. I hugged her from behind so she wouldn't be hurt. Even my arm hit the corner of the chair. I didn't feel it because the only thing I thought was if she’s hurt. I had so much fun that day and I can include it in the most memorable day of my life. It was like I won a business deal. Even if she doesn't agree, she will be my girlfriend after I kiss her. I already own her even if she likes it or not. She's just mine.

Ashley I couldn't believe my eyes, I know Nicklaus is rich but I never know he's this rich, I can't still believe it so I turned toward him "What did you say?" "Kitten I own this Island and now it's officially yours" "What…what…I don't get it?" I asked looking at him confused, I watch as he walked close to me, he turned my back to face him and he whispered in my ear "I bought this yesterday, and it's officially yours"

her aunt replied with a smile. Voice identification set. State your name clearly, stated the computer. "Go ahead. State your name," said Vanessa. "Lorraine Leanne Garcia!" Lorraine Leanne Garcia identified, added the computer system. "From now on, you have access to all the security systems in our house. In case I'm still at work, I can be relieved because I know that your safe," Vanessa spoke. "Thanks a lot, Auntie." She took a step and hugged her Aunt tightly. "I'll head to my work now. I don't want your Grandpa to be angry to me on my first day here," said Vanessa. Patting Raine's shoulder.