I Thought It Was A Common Possession Spoilers Novels & Stories

Then I found the mug. Cheap, mismatched, absurdly out of place among Hartwell's porcelain, something I'd used constantly during our early years and assumed had been thrown out ages ago. "Why do you still have this?" "It functions." "You own twelve porcelain coffee sets." He hesitated. "It was yours." That landed harder than I expected. He'd preserved evidence of me even while the marriage was collapsing around us. I put it in the box without saying anything else, and he noticed but didn't comment.

I was here to get my things and leave. I walked straight to the wardrobe. Most of my clothes were still mixed in with his, and it felt strange pulling them out. I was methodical about it, grabbing everything I recognized as mine. As I reached for the back of the wardrobe, my hand brushed against something familiar—our couple mugs. The ones we bought months ago, back when everything still felt perfect. I stared at mine for a moment before I let it slip from my fingers. The sound of it shattering against the floor was strangely satisfying. I bent down, scooped up the broken pieces, and threw them into the trash bin. I did the same with anything else that reminded me or him of what we once had.

"No-no? I'm not sure! I haven't heard anything from him in the last few days since the scandal happened! B-but I did overhear something that I will report to Rolando right now." "What is it?" "There's a rumor circulating among the mansion's workers that Lorenzo possesses a weapon that guarantees his victory as the next successor. It's just a rumor; it's not con-" "He already knows," Giselle gasped as she let go of Miranda from her grasp. "Someone leaked out the information," she continued. "No, that's not possible. All of us are loyal to Master Xander!" Miranda said with determination, defending her co-workers who serve Master Xander.

He quietly sat there without saying a word. The Cooks instantly panicked. They felt like they were in danger if their ancestor was only a shard of divine consciousness. Joey showed his true colors, and he could kill them to steal the treasure. Everyone looked at Wilbur out of panic. Wilbur said coldly, "Drop the historical halberd. It doesn't belong to you." "It doesn't belong to me? Does it belong to you?" asked Joey condescendingly.

I protested, "You're just skeptical of everything. You don't believe in romance, true love, horoscopes, personality tests, and all that because you refuse to believe in the good things in life." "Because there are none. At least, not permanent." "There's nothing permanent." I smacked his head playfully and continued, "Not everyone or everything will stay but isn't the memory of them that stayed back then is what's important?" Damon was dumbfounded for a while then he cleared his throat, changing the topic as he noticed the spoon I used, he asked, "What's with that spoon? Is it that special?" "Yeah, of course, I took it from Dylan's apartment. It's my beloved treasure." I boasted as I wiped t

Elder Jacob gawked from me to Penn to his comrades, and then his eyes shifted to me, troubled. “Why would you bring that monstrosity into our pack?” Elder Mitchell asked, jerking his hands up and down. “What are you keeping it for?” Elder Victor probed with a chastising tone, eyeing me hard. Valen already explained this to them, but I guess I must go over it again. “It’s here to be destroyed, not to be a souvenir.” I narrowed my eyes, looking over the lot of them and finally studying Jacob. “But how did you know it was at this particular spot?”

I thought everything was over. I was wrong. The moment I entered the bedroom, my foot landed on something sharp. I looked down. Roses. The entire floor was covered in roses—their thorns exposed. Logan sat calmly on the bed, adjusting his reading glasses. “Welcome,” he said. “Hi… what is all this?” I asked, trembling. “I thought we settled everything.” I tried to step forward, but he stopped me. “Stand there.” He pointed at the roses. “Do you know what I want?”

"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”

My stares dashed to his still unconvinced look. His eyes were widened in maybe shock and his hands were shaking. “K-Kehli was a t-traitor,” he muttered with no trace of a question mark. “So sad, isn’t it?” I butt in and flipped a piece of carved wooden medallion to him. “You two shared a common interest. But anyway, that’s the only piece I have retrieved from the burnt body.” I felt his again killer eyes, “Who knows, she might still be alive.” I gave him a meaningful look.

Zephyr dutifully carried them back to the carriage. “I’ll finish up with the payments. Take these to the carriage and wait for me,” North said. Zephyr nodded, carrying the last items as instructed. On her way, Zephyr noticed a glass bowl displayed in front of a shop. It contained blue water with tiny fish swimming freely. Her eyes widened in amazement. If only she weren’t a slave—she would have bought it. But she had no money, and even if she did, someone might accuse her of stealing if she was caught with such an item. She continued staring sadly as she walked and she unconsciously bumped into someone.