I Thought It Was Common Possession [side Story] Novels & Stories

I gathered the courage to speak. His lips curled into a wicked smile as if he derived pleasure from seeing me tense. “Since you say I don't own you. You think you can just leave? You think you can walk out of my life and I’ll let you? You’re mine, Lillian. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” “I am not your possession.” I spoke gently, my body already giving in to his grip. I used all of my strength to press his chest, but it didn't move him. Instead, his grip tightened on my waist. My body became immovable.

Closing the distance she had created between them. "I do not mean it in that way,what I meant was,that you share a bed with me...for the night" Although he'd already shared a bed with her as of last night,he didn't want her resentfulness. "Doesn't sound any less disturbing" She whispered to herself but Dorian heard her quite alright. ** Penelope's racing mind had calmed down a bit at the knowledge of her 1st thought being false. Who would blame her, In her situation there was only one meaning a person would have pictured Such a sentence.

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.

And I would still be standing here when she finished. Until she found that way out, if she ever did, she belonged to me. The thought settled into me with the same easy certainty I applied to everything I had built in this city: not through permission, but through the simple, immovable fact of possession. I had learned a long time ago that the things worth keeping rarely arrived through someone else's consent. Consent was a courtesy. Possession was a fact. I had stopped confusing the two before I was old enough to grow into the title I now carried.

"What do you mean by that?" "What happened wasn't a minor inconvenience. It was a severance." Greystone met his eyes without flinching. "The bond between you two may still be intact, but it has weathered. She is no longer yours to claim. Whoever has taken her in, sheltered her, harbored her — they hold the advantage now. By the ancient laws, even blood bonds do not guarantee ownership where one party withholds consent. That applies to you, Master Ashworth, as much as it would apply to anyone else who ever wore a crown."

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.

He cleared his throat as he began his speech. "My wife's purse is missing. It's a red purse with intricate gold designs by the side of the purse..." Nicole watched Raphael give details about her purse, anxiety eating her up. Series of murmuring could be heard around the room. "Enough!"Raphael yelled making the hall as silent as a grave. His eyes trailed and observed every body in the hall. He was thinking. Everybody here was rich, they were all filthy rich. Nobody would stoop so low as to steal a purse from Nicole.

Igniting that familiar stomach of tingles and butterflies, drawing me to that sense of safety. “I didn’t even think of it that way. I’m sorry. You’re not a possession, you’re my soul and the most precious thing I have in my life. I’ll make that up to you, I swear. We just need to use it to our advantage in the meantime and take it one day at a time. When you see that all it changes are the things which benefit you, then maybe it won’t seem so huge, so scary. I don’t own you. I never will. Marriage isn’t about that for me, I’m not my cousins. You will always be the one who calls the shots, even if I like to pretend I’m in charge. You own me, London, heart and soul. I could never hurt you agai

“But I’m wondering, are you ever going to tell me your name?” “Dominic Salvatore,” I shrugged. “Notorious underground gang leader and crime lord, and that sweet Rose of mine, is why we can’t ever be in the same room again. In fact, I’d totally understand and fully approve if you stood and walked out on me right now.” “You really would love that, wouldn’t you?” She crookedly smiled in my direction. As if I had just shared a joke, or maybe even something pleasant or totally normal about myself. “Of course, I would.” There was no use denying it. “I’d actually consider it the right call for both of us.”