I Possess Mga Nobela at Kwento

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

He whispered and sealed her with an aggressive, passionate kiss. – This is my first ever book so far here in Goodnovel and I hope you'll support me through the end. Love y'all, ma butterflies.

David arched his brow, “she has no clue who you are does she?” I shook my head, “not a fucking clue, all she knows is that I own the club and just fucked the shit out of her.” Siting his drink down David laughed, “it won’t take him long to figure out who is buying her all this shit.” Leaning back in my chair I shrugged, “I don’t really care how long it takes him cause I’m not sure if I’m going to give her back or not.” David looked up at me shaking his head, “aw shit Lucas, have you found a new pet.”

Lucinda is very excited to be moving out of her parent's house at the same time she is fighting the thought of leaving her parents.Mom and Dad I will miss you so much ,she hugs them with love .Mom can I take the pink blanket with me Lucinda asks her mum already holding the blanket ,yes you can her mom replied.I am ready to go Lucinda says as she caries some of her bags outside ,Lucinda can you leave me your black T-shirt Daren asked standing by the door way holding Lucinda's black T-shirt ,yes you can Lucinda smiled at him thank you Daren said as he rushed to put it on.

I resisted the urge to flinch away when he reached for my hands, I still needed more answers. "What do you mean you are more rich and powerful than Demetrius?" "It's simple really, Demetrius is the owner of Mavros Inc, the third richest company on the world. I own Roussos Inc, the richest company in the world by far, Mavros Inc is only where it is today because of me, I make most of my business deals and collaborations with Demetrius' company, without me, you'd be an average family living on minimum wage.

"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.

Camelia asked, raising an eyebrow "I've had these for a long time before I came here, when I was in New York," I said simply. "Oh, and if so, how could we not have seen them before?" Cameron asked "And these?..girl, I've only seen about ten, do you have more?" asked Camelia. “Yeah, I have the power to make them disappear and appear whenever I want, and yes I have a dozen,” I said calmly and went to my locker to get some books.

“I’m doing this because I won’t let anyone disrespect what’s mine." Isabella felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She didn’t want to read too much into his words, but there was a possessiveness there that she hadn’t noticed before. Something that went beyond business. She didn’t want to confront it now, though. Not with everything else hanging in the air. “Mine?” she echoed quietly, almost to herself. It wasn’t lost on her that the term felt far too final, far too possessive for what they were—or maybe it was exactly the right word.

We were bound by obsession, passion, and the unbreakable, intoxicating pull of our love. I am allowing his territorial possessiveness to own me as his Isla in this vast Ocean he calls his. And anyone who dared challenge it would burn.

"However, I earnestly desire for you to be aware that I am steadfastly by your side, irrespective of the circumstances that may unfurl. If the need ever arises for a confidant, a steady presence, remember that I am here." With each syllable, the layers of my heart seemed to expand, my emotions swelling within my chest like a rising tide. Isac possessed an uncanny ability to pluck at the strings of my soul, evoking feelings that I had never known existed. It was in his very imperfections that he became perfectly attuned to my heart, a puzzle piece that fit effortlessly into the intricate mosaic of my life. His presence was an unexpected blessing that I treasured beyond measure.