I Thought It Was A Common Possession Novels & Stories

I thought: I am going to find out why it was taken. I thought: I am going to find out everything about that kitchen on that day. I thought: and when I have it all, when I have the complete and specific account of what happened to her, I am going to give it to her. I thought: because it belongs to her. I thought: her history belongs to her. I thought: and no one with a cream envelope and a label printer gets to use it as currency. I closed the drawer. I picked up my phone.

Possession. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about," I whispered, my voice barely mine. His fingers tightened, cold pressure biting into my skin. "Olivia," he murmured, leaning in until his breath ghosted over my lips. "Something pulled you away from me. Something made you run." His gaze slid down my throat as though he could see the bond tugging painfully beneath my skin. "You felt something." I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. The bond twisted—sharp, protesting—almost as if it could hear its name.

Speaking of which, the old lady then subconsciously touched her right wrist and said seriously, “I have an ancestral bracelet, and that thing looks very much like Milletia, which may not even be worth five dollars. I am certain that it was still on my hand before my memory loss, but I did not have it with me anymore when I woke up on the bus...” As the old lady spoke, she hurriedly explained, “Young man, don’t misunderstand me. I’m not suspecting that someone stole my belongings, but I suspect that I gave my bracelet away during that period of time that I have no memory of. After all, that thing looks worthless, so absolutely no one would steal it in that situation, so the only possibility i

I blinked slowly. Mama Norris’s ICEBERG ring?? That thing was famous, she insisted it be so. Everyone had seen it, gawked at it. The damn thing should be in a museum, in the Tower of London. For all I knew it was priceless. There was no way in hell I wanted to wear that thing, it would make me fall over. What would I do with it while I was working? But the sentiment of it washed over me. She was willing to give away her most prized possession … to me? To me of all people?? She wanted me in Slade’s life that permanently?

Henry sent it. Michelle's eyes widened. The gem was part of her grandmother's cherished necklace, a piece she loved since childhood. It reminded her of love, strength, and resilience. Though her grandmother passed away years ago, her memory lived on through their shared stories and the old house in the countryside. The necklace was a treasured item, and now Raymond had made it even more meaningful.

Trapping you? I don't know what to think anymore. My voice cracked. A month ago, I had nothing. Now I have everything, but none of it's actually mine. It's all yours–the apartment, the clothes, even this dress I'm wearing. And I'm starting to wonder if that includes me too. "You're not a possession–" Then why does it feel like one? Tears burned behind my eyes. Why does it feel like I'm slowly disappearing into whatever version of me you need? Your assistant. Your date. Your project to fix.

In that moment, standing amidst the carefully curated collection of memories and treasured possessions, I felt a profound sense of reverence. They had a wonderful home. I was the only odd one here. This modest home held a wealth of stories, waiting to be shared and celebrated. With each step I took, I could sense the whispers of the past, urging me to uncover the narratives that had shaped this place into a sanctuary of love and cherished moments before I showed up.

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.

NIVEA'S POV: I woke up in a dark dungeon. It's cold in here, and damp. 'Goodness I hope Keenan finds me.' I said to Cassi. 'Cassi?' No answer. 'Cassi? Please answer me.' I could feel her but she wasn't answering. Maybe she is asleep still from that wolfsbane. Oh if only me and Keenan would have done the marking ceremony, then he would be able to feel what I feel and maybe he would be able to find me.

"There was a car outside my building. The same guy was at the coffee shop and someone was outside the gym. I thought maybe I was just imagining it. I kept telling myself I was being paranoid. This morning -" Jessie's voice started to break. "This morning I came home and someone had been in my apartment " Jessie said. Lillian furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?" Lillian asked. "Nothing was taken," Jessie. Her breathing was hard. "Everything was still there. Things were moved around. My drawers were open. My bedroom door was open. They wanted me to know someone had been inside the penthouse." Jessie's voice trembled. "He is going to hurt me”