I Possess Novels & Stories

Kingston was used to stroking Pandora’s cheek—a gesture he’d never skip Pandora sighed in resignation, looking up at Kingston just to muster the courage to ask. “Do you have an I*******m account?” “Why are you asking something so unimportant....” “I posted a photo with you. The kids on campus want to know your account name. So what? Can you tell me?”

I leaned closer, the proximity a physical weight I needed to press against her. “I was wrong about many things,” I countered, my voice dropping lower, finding the core of our truth. “I was wrong to believe I could control you through fear. I was wrong to believe ownership meant power. But I was right about one thing, Isabella. And that truth is why you are alive, and why we are here.” I lowered my head, my mouth close to her ear, letting the words become a profound, possessive promise.

Control. Kael’s grip tightened around her wrist. “Enough, Isla,” he growled. “I’ve told you, she’s mine.” Maya flinched at his words. She could feel the power in them, the command. It was like he was trying to claim her, to stake his ownership over her. But she wasn’t his possession. She wasn’t anyone’s. She pulled away from him, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m not anyone’s possession,” she said, her voice shaking but firm. “Not yours. Not anyone’s.”

"You know exactly why I’m here. Because you made sure I had no other option." He leaned against the bookshelf, crossing his arms over his chest. "And yet, you’re still fighting me." "Because I refuse to be another one of your possessions." Killian exhaled sharply, pushing off the shelf and closing the distance between them in just a few strides. He loomed over her, his presence intoxicating, but Isla held her ground. "Possession?" he murmured, voice lower now, edged with something darker. "Is that what you think this is? That I see you as an object?"

“God, I miss waking up alone. I miss making my own coffee. I miss going to work and choosing what I wore and what I said and who I let touch me. I miss owning myself.” She took a shaky breath. Her voice cracked. “But at the same time…” Amanda looked at her. Isadora stared down into the pink water. “…at the same time, something in me doesn’t want to go.” The words made her sick. But they were true. “I hate him. I do,” she said. “I hate the way he talks to me. The way he touches me like I’m his fucking possession. Like I’m a toy he’s just decided belongs to him. Like he owns my fucking soul.”

“I don’t.” “Well, you act like you do,” she snapped. “Even here. You just slide into someone else’s house and make it yours. You can’t even let me have this.”

Mrs peterson said. "W... What? Tonight?" Kim stuttered. "Yes tonight Kim, you got a problem with that?" "You promised Josh Kim, you made a promise, you can't back down now," her subconsciousness whispered to her. "No, not at all, it's just that I don't.." "Don't worry about that, beatrice will guide you, and I trust you, even if your steps don't get me good sales yet, your body will, I have no doubt," Mrs peterson winked smiling sweetly at her. "And if you impress me, you will be surprised by the pay you would be getting for just today."

The woman slammed her walking stick ones on the ground, bringing complete silence. “Pe mito mba’éichapa jaju, oguereko heta versión iñambuéva, ha katu pe añeteguavéva ha’e ñande jajejapo hague ñañorairõ haĝua peteĩ mba’evai ndive, pe mba’evai tuichavéva - añakuéra. Mávapa ñandeapo, ha’e pe ja’éva lobo sy. ha katu añetehápe ha’e pe tekove voi ñanemoheñóiva ñañorairõ haĝua ñemano ndive, ha katu ko’áĝa pe ñemano oguejyta ko yvy ape ári voi oipe’a haĝua opa tekove ha ha’e ñande profecía ñañorairõ haĝua lobo sy ndive peteĩ última vez.” The lady spoke.

Isabella’s moans filled the gym, growing louder and more broken. “You’re mine now,” I growled, the possessiveness finally breaking free. “This pussy belongs to me.” “Yes,” she cried out. “It’s yours. All yours. Fuck me like you own me.” The intensity built between us, slow and overwhelming. I kept fucking her with deep, possessive thrusts until I couldn’t hold back anymore. “I’m going to cum,” I groaned, my pace faltering. “Cum inside me,” she moaned, pushing back. “Fill your stepmother up.”

"But... everyone says you're just the heir. That you just stepped into your dad's shoes." ​"That's what the gossip blogs say because it's a better story," he shrugged, looking totally unbothered. "But the bank knows the truth. I'm a self-made CEO, Lei. I don't need her permission, and I definitely don't need her money. She can 'cut me off' from the family foundation all she wants. It won't even change the brand of coffee I buy." ​I just stood there, my mouth probably hanging open. All this time, I thought he was this fragile prince who was going to lose his crown because of me. But he wasn't a prince—he was the guy who built the whole kingdom.