Novel & Cerita I Thought It Was A Common Possession Spoilers

“Who owns this house?” “Aaron.” I pushed the front door open and stepped inside. “He seeks my attention, so here I am.” I stopped in the middle of his living room. “I give you the count of three to get your ass down here before I start destroying your valuables.” The ever-crazy Lucas picked up one of the artifacts in the room. “This looks like an ancestry possession. You’re about to lose your grandmother’s pot, Aaron.” He lifted the pot, waiting for me to count up to three.

My eyes wandering further , it caught something, something of dire interest , it aroused my fear and suspicions, it was the picture of my necklace, the only priceless possession my father gave me before dying , moving closer to the frame to be sure of what I had seen , I saw the inscription of his name on it , it was there , "Gomez" I touched my neck confirming whether i still had it , it was there , thank goodness. I quickly shoved the keyshaped pendant underneath the collar of my top , I had a casual T-necked top and jean on, whoever this is , must be after something, me , my mother , or anything , at this point I was paranoid.

It was what she had said that did. “Miaka just told me something… something that’s quite distressing,” I informed Antony. “It’s about Erick’s competition.” “Emiel, was it?” Ace continued at my nod, “What’s so disturbing about him?” “Alina told me something today,” it was Miaka who spoke from behind Ace, “something that indicates towards possession.” “Impossible!” Antony looked at her unbelievingly. “Possession? How?” “We have yet to confirm, but I have a hunch.” She led us to a secluded corner where no one could overhear us. “If what I’m thinking is true, then... this is no longer a battle for the throne.”

This possessiveness came with the territory, and there was no way to be indifferent, lest one didn’t care for their mate – which was unlikely unless they rejected one another. “I think we are out of options, Xander,” she said after a moment. “All I could find was the potion I told you about before. After all, since it’s neither a spell nor a curse, even if we were to find the witch working behind the scenes, not even killing them would work.” “I see,” I told her gravely, my eyes narrowing into slits. “Then, I guess we troubled you for nothing.” “No, don’t worry,” she shook her head negatively at once. “It was an absolute pleasure to be around your pack.”

“Killian will be out for the child of prophecy.” My voice dipped to a whisper as the pieces clicked in my head. “And you know the child of prophecy… is supposed to be Killian’s mate.” A chill ran up my spine. My hands shook, not from fear, but fromm clarity. “Oh, the pieces…” I collapsed onto the couch, my eyes fixed ahead but not focused on anything. The puzzle was there. “The pieces are all there,” I murmured. “They’re all in front of me. But they’re scattered.”

It was cold and lacked any warmth. When she was done laughing, she looked at Nana as if she was a dumbass, her eyes twinkling with amusement before leaning close to her and said, “It’s not my fault if you’re always interested in the breadcrumbs I leave behind and—” her voice coming in a pleasant manner as if she was cracking a joke, “Bryan did belong to me until a certain someone entered the game, but don’t worry, I don’t want already used items. Since you want it so much, you can have it. I once learned somewhere that you must give out the things that you don’t need anymore.” When she ended, she stifled a yawn and turned around to leave, but before she could make two steps ahead, she felt h

His breath was hot, smelling of cedarwood and iron. "This is a repossession. Your father put you up as collateral, and I’m here to collect interest." He hauled me forward, slamming my back against the heavy office door. The wood was cold and unforgiving, biting through my thin blazer. He crowded me, his massive frame pinning me. I felt small. Hunted. And to my absolute shame, a treacherous warmth pooled between my legs. "You like this, don't you? The violence of it." He let go of my hair and shoved his hand under my skirt. He didn't go for buttons. He yanked the lace of my panties aside with a sharp snap.

★★★★ “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,"

“I carried this everywhere. Slept with it. Talked to it like it was a friend. And now I find out the person who comforted me when I lost it might be the same one tearing everything apart.” I reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “We’re here. Tell us what you’re thinking, Jordan. Don’t carry it alone.” Lorenzo searched his own memories aloud. “I don’t remember who originally gave you that toy. Do you, Killian? It was before my time in the inner circle.” I shook my head. “No. It just… appeared one day. Everyone assumed it was a gift from one of the elders or caretakers. We never questioned it.”