Novel & Cerita I Thought It Was A Common Possession

No idea why I had something so rare? "What did it look like?" I demanded. "I told you, it was thin, gold, with a small pendant. But that pendant? The Pink Star. Big, flawless. You could see your damn reflection in it." He exhaled sharply. "It wasn't just expensive. It was the kind of thing only royalty, billionaires, or collectors own. That's why I knew I screwed up. Someone like me? We don't get near things like that unless we're stealing them." A sick feeling twisted in my stomach. If had owned something that valuable, who the hell had I been before all this?

Luna asked with a raised eyebrow, her hands rubbing his chest knowing her was angry. Arthur's irritation simmered slightly as she touched his chest, her soothing touch breaking through the possessive haze in his mind. "Because you're mine," he said, his voice was a low growl. "And I don't want anyone else laying a hand on you... or wanting you. You're mine, and I don't like sharing."

★★★★ “If you do this again, I swear you will not be able to leave the house with your life. I know you got him, but this is not the end of the story. Stop assuming that your possessions are safe and pleasant and will remain thus for the rest of your life. I have been through a lot, yet I never stop pursuing the things that are truly important to me. No need to fret, I am going to squeeze your pride out of your body right in front of your eyes,"

The one possession of my mom that I had always wished I had. It was a necklace. At first sight, it wasn’t anything special, it was a pure gold necklace with a very thin chain. It was the pendant I loved most, it was a moon and a star, the star was joined with the moon, and and I loved it. I didn’t know my mom much, but I loved to think about it as my mother’s most prized possession. My mom was the moon, and I was the star. She was always in my heart, yet I never felt her warm touch.

He frowned and I nodded. “Yup, it’s all here.” I clung to the bed cover. “Are you telling me this is all you have?” He frowned and I nodded. “You said something about breakfast?” I knew what he was getting at, and I wasn’t going to discuss it. I knew from my experience in cleaning that girls who were ranked owned more things. As a rogue, I only had the essentials, and, of course, a couple of books.

It glinted in the light, the old gold glowing with a rich, warm luster. "He gave it to my father, who, during a desperate moment, pawned it for a bottle of whiskey and a week's rent." Brian's tone was factual, not judgmental, merely stating a fact. "I redeemed it the moment I could afford to. It took me five years. It was the first thing I ever possessed that was mine. Not due to its value, but because of what it represented."

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.

“I lost a lot of my things when a hurricane destroyed my family home. Irreplaceable things. Like, the ring that was passed down through my family for decades. The rare edition of my favorite comic that my grandma gifted me for my birthday. So many things...” “Do you really need those? Just get a new ring if you want to wear one. Someone probably has that same comic edition somewhere.” “But it’s not the same. You just don’t get it.” “I get that you’re too attached to your things.” When I was younger, I never had anything like that. Nothing was really mine to keep, and Gennaro always said I didn’t need anything. My only possession was a necklace that probably belonged to my mother, but Gennaro

Mostly held when there is enough food to go around in the kingdom. “That is not mine,” I mumbled leaning into the chair, tired. “If this isn’t yours then it is…..” He drawled. “Yes. And you will be surprised as to how I found it. The last time I went to his house. I saw it peeking by a flower pot. Must have been tossed behind it to be kept away. But I took it regardless.” “Even if it is his, your majesty, you can’t make a conclusion from this. Every one of us knows just how close this fellow is. Do you think Elder Callum is that dark-hearted?”

Mine! I stared at him confused, I saw the guy with him stare in shock at him and was looking at me weirdly. "You meant what you just said?" I heard the guy ask him again. "Excuse me, but I don't understand you, I am not a possession so you can't own me, man, please I am sorry for not watching my steps," I said moving away from him. Who the heck? Just see someone for the first time and just feel like owning the person.