I Thought It Was A Common Possession Novels & Stories

I wanted to kiss her so bad, but this is not a good time. It would be too fast, maybe she might push me away again. Let me give her time. I squeezed her hand lightly before walking away to join the guys. We searched around the house thoroughly, trying to find anything that could lead us to him. We found a few lockers and broke it open, he had some cash and gold stacked in there. Which I'm probably sure isn't his. He's known for taking things that aren't his. We also found some very disturbing footage of him unaliving people. Looks like he kept them like they were his trophies, like little accomplishments.

It was a beautiful piece, and yet, there was something ominous about it. As I turned the necklace over in my hand, I wondered who it had belonged to. Had it been passed down through generations of a powerful family, or had it once been worn by a famous warrior? Or perhaps it had a more sinister past, belonging to a cult or secret society. The possibilities were endless, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue as I examined the necklace more closely.

Only the box of the limited-edition figurine remained—Lena had taken the figurine itself, saying she liked the scent of my cologne on it. But the next day, I had seen it placed on Michael’s desk. And those custom leather shoes from my coming-of-age ceremony, the indigo aromatherapy diffuser… So the things I once believed were unique and meant only for me had already been given equally to someone else by Lena. Well... not even equally. I recalled how tenderly Lena had cared for Michael, how endlessly she had favored him. A mocking smile tugged at the corner of my lips. Since that was the case, those things no longer needed to exist.

“We just did a lilac scent commercial, didn’t we?” She was referring to our perfume advert and here I thought it had something to do with the man who couldn’t care less about keeping in touch after a dinner we shared, four weeks ago. Damn it! How easily, he took over most areas of my life. Not a day passed by without him consuming every single one of my thoughts. “Yeah, right, right, of course.” I slightly shook my head, in hopes of momentarily kicking out my gangster crush out of my mind. “Boy trouble?” She knowingly smiled, as she asked.

Now, all I needed was time to amass savings without the burden of additional expenditures. Finally, I felt peace… *** Alex. Growing up in an orphanage taught me the profound lesson of impermanence: nothing truly belonged to me, as everything was shared. Clothes would pass from older to younger siblings and then to even younger ones, embodying a cycle of temporary ownership devoid of exclusivity. Yet, within this environment of communal sharing, I discovered the unique treasure of books. Reading a book allowed me to possess something intangible and exclusively mine: knowledge. This knowledge, once acquired, remained indelibly etched in my mind, a personal wealth that no act of sharing could d

broken, barely holding itself together. "It was all my fault," he continued, his gaze fixed on the water below. "I was too jealous… I didn't want to let her out of my sight. I thought if I held on tighter, she wouldn't leave." A hollow laugh escaped him. "I let possession get into my head." The word landed hard. Possession.

Her mind started racing, one ugly thought after another. It couldn't be. If he has, then he'd be raining hell on all of them... especially her. Salvatore barely reacted. He shrugged like she’d asked something boring. “He didn’t find it,” he said. “That’s not possible.” “Then where is it?” Calla asked, her voice shaking now. How could he be so calm? Rico could be onto them by now “It probably expired,” he replied, pouring himself another drink. “Or it fell off. Those things happen.” He took a sip, clearly not bothered. “Either way, it’s useless now.”

I used the whole what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her way of thinking. On the drive to the apartment, I tried my best to shove all my worries to the side. People could be nice just to be nice still right? Just because Lucas had helped me out didn’t mean he would hold it over my head. The more I told myself that the more it sounded believable. Not everyone in this world was bad.

"Third Person's POV" "Mr Stuart, I know you are all billionaires, and money isn't a problem for you guys, but don't you guys think it's exaggerating to purchase a single item for millions of dollars?" Tessa asked James as he was driving her back home after the event. "Well, I don't think so; after all, those items aren't just simple items that you can find anywhere; they are antiques, and the higher the price, the higher the value, and you can even resell them later on for a higher price," James said to Tessa.

“Oh, you know, the one. Your most prized car.” “But baby, you know that that car is my most prized possession and I don’t let anyone drive it. Even I don’t drive it all the time for me to think I’m going to give it to you?” He protested. And I said, “Well, it’s your most prized possession and that’s why I’m asking you to give it to me just for the day.”