Novel & Cerita I Thought It Was A Common Possession

Even though she thought, what if someone found her and stole her? Even though she knew it was unlikely: a thief would only look inside the house, not look for anything in the yard, but the thought doesn't go away. Even if part of it is possessiveness, since the box is hers, even if part of it is her wanting the chocolates, most of it has to do with the buttons. It would be impossible for a common thief to see them, even wonder what they were for and squeeze them. So, what would happen? Even if especially if he pressed the black one.

The day when the common kitchen was finished I stood in it for about ten minutes. I thought about my father. About what he'd been trying to build. About the difference between a monument and a tool and why the difference mattered and who it mattered for. The common kitchen was going to be used by pack members hosting events and teaching sessions and doing the ordinary cooking of community life. It was going to smell like other people's food and be cleaned by rotating crews and have the particular warmth of spaces that exist for general use. It was going to be exactly right. He would have stood in it for about ten minutes.

Everything that has life is bound to die and be reborn again . Money has always been a possession that has controlled the person who attained it to acquire something , tangible or physical . As you grow older you realise that what you possess shouldn’t control you ,and you should control what you possess to attain something that can keep s on giving and gives in return .

“Just mine.” All my life, I’ve always been used to sharing things. Sharing a room with the other consorts, sharing a bathroom with the other consorts, sharing affection from professors with the other consorts. Everything, I’ve learned to share. Everything I’ve learned to just give away without making a big deal out of it. And now for the first time, in a long while, I have something that’s truly just mine. Something that was made by the Moon Goddess herself. Just for me. All for me.

Not even when I was with Antonio. Maybe I am obsessive, who knows? Ever since I was little, I was always very possessive about things I liked, things I considered mine. And now I feel that exact same way about Vincenzo. He’s become something I possess, something I want to keep fiercely, no matter the cost.

"Hey, do you still have that shirt of mine?" "I thought it was a gift?" "You already have my pendant, and unless you want everyone in the house to see me shirtless ......" A tinge of possessiveness ran through me thinking about him being eye-balled, even if it was by the few women I actually trusted, and I groaned as I stood up to fetch the article of clothing. I just got him back into my life. I don't want to share him just yet. Even if it is just visual. Senora

What kind of compromise could there be in this situation? "Will you bring me home to get some things?" I asked suddenly. I didn't own much, but having my own clothes on hand would do a lot to make me more comfortable. Besides, I wanted my necklace. When I'd been abandoned, the only thing found with me was a locket. I'd held onto it my whole life. A little irrational part of me thought that it was important to have that little connection to my parents. I'd left it in my apartment when I'd traveled to visit colleges because I was afraid of losing it. I regretted not having it with me now.

“What right do you have to touch my things?!! ​​You don’t want me to touch yours but when you're the one who will do that, it’s okay?? Old, does it look so cheap? Well, you already know that I am a cheap girl. I’m poor, but still, you brought me to your house! And one thing, even if it’s old, it’s important to me because my dad gave it to me, also the shoes my shoes. All of that is important to me because they gave it to me. I have no other memories of them other than those things!! The garbage you say is like a treasure to me! It’s hard for you because maybe you don’t know how to appreciate small or old things!”

"You don't know? Why you didn't know?" "Well, I guess just saw it anywhere so I wore it. My mum wanted me to take this off in my wrist, but I can't. Because I feel this thing is so important to me." "Wait... Don't you really remember who gave that to you? I mean... maybe one of your friends too." "I told you, I just saw it everywhere, I guess. And I don't have any circle of friends." "You have no friends?" "Is that possible? Don't you really have a friend back then in your past life?"

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.