I Thought It Was A Common Possession 소설 & 이야기

I had seen it on a pack leader's hand but I didn't know who it belonged to. I didn't know how I was going to figure out the person was and what if it was passed onto someone or maybe stolen .

Most of the designs are my own creation and I have my own trademark on my clothes which If someone would try to plagiarise will come to my knowledge as I always embroider my name is a secretive way which even my company doesn't know. My apartment is colourful and is designed the way I want. I have installed a shelf with glass cover just to keep small plushies and toys as I love them a lot but my family always have the ones I collected to my sister and now I own them solely. I am actually very territorial over my things and friends. I don't like to share and this is me . I work hard so that I can live the way I want because we only have one life and can't spend it with longing and regrets. We

My shoulders slumped as if I were being scolded by an elder, and I looked away from all of them. Is it my fault that I couldn't help myself? He has about a thousand weapons in there, some of which I'd never even heard of. The little laser pen thing I took was perfect. It fits in the palm of my hand easily and could be kept in my pocket for easy access. I didn't think of it as stealing more like payment for my coming here, which I still have no idea why they wanted me here in the first place. I know why I came, but that's another story.

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."

It was rare; it wasn't what anyone would just get at a jewellery store; it was priceless; it was one of a kind. Why did Evan have this? How did this end up in his possession? Where did he get it from? My thoughts swirled with questions, each one threatening to consume me. I felt like a glass cup, teething at the edge of shattering into a billion pieces. The hallway blurred around me, leaving me with questions rather than answers.

I whisper in the quiet room, My breath hitched in my throat at the hope that flares through his gaze. "Do you know that I spent the whole day thinking about what to get you? But you already seemed to have everything. After thinking for long, I finally knew what to give you." My chest suddenly feels clogged, why does the memory feel as though it's another lifetime ago? He doesn't interrupt and I continue.

Whatever happens after today, I can forever glow in smug satisfaction that I've worn the ghost of a path in this rug, which is probably really expensive. Granted, it's because I've been pacing so long, but it's worth it. Or was it already there? Maybe some other poor sap of a girl wore the same track. Another one who thought she could fight her way out of this place with a little stubbornness and a bad attitude. Spoiler: she's probably bones now.

Ever since I stepped in here, I’d been holding myself to check on my precious item, fearing the worst. Steadying my stance on the floor, I took one foot unto the medium size stool and then put the other foot until I was able to reach the height of the shelf. There it was. That one precious thing that had been sitting pretty on the shelf. I heaved a sigh of relief but it was only temporary as the shiny blue jug with green and yellow flower pattern that was intricately etched on it reminded me of how something trivial could be worth a person's life all because humans tend to place a high value on it.

Samantha overheard the conversation of the saleslady who measured her for sandals earlier. They had their backs turned to Samantha, so they didn't know she was standing behind a large mirror. "Maybe she sold her body to the guy in exchange for these things," one of them said. Samantha didn't expect that. Of all the possible reasons, that's what they came up with. ‘Damn it. I’m not like that,’ she wanted to say to them. "She looks innocent, but I feel like she's a paid companion," another one added.

she said offhandedly, causing me to stop my movements. “How do you know that?” I frowned. I definitely hadn't expected a lowly maid to know what that was. I've lived a very long life and I spent most of that time gathering valuables and that blue jade which she held like an ordinary metal was one of the most precious things I owned.