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

“And from the look of things, there are a lot of rooms in this house. I can stay in another one.” “Of course, we’re sleeping in the same bed,” he said coolly, not even blinking. “And your opinion doesn’t count right now. You’re my possession.” My jaw dropped slightly. “How would you say that? I don’t belong to you. I’m not a possession.” He took another step toward me, his face seemed even more serious this time. “As far as I brought you into my home, you are mine. That implies I own you, but not like a thing. It’s more… in a priceless way.”

"No, I have never seen these men before." When the two men started walking toward the entrance, a few of the tough guys blocked their way. The one who must be the leader snarled "What do you think you are doing? This is private property. You don't belong here!" Old Wilson replied "My Young Master just bought this building at auction. Who are you to be here? Either leave now, or I'll have the police remove you!" The leader scoffed at this and said "We are not going anywhere. We have possesion of this building now, and possesion is nine tenths of the law! So scram!"

The Eagle. Now, Mr. Russo is in vegetative stage and the property is totally going to be mine. No one can ever take away the things that I have my eyes on. No one ever will try to touch what's mine, either it's a property or someone who belongs to me. They all belong to me exclusively. “Boss, do you still want to do that? I think it would be better…,” Mrs. Thompson was suggesting me but I interrupted in the middle. “Since when did you started to doubt my decisions Mrs. Thompson?” I said in an stern voice.

“But maybe he refused to understand about the ring.” “It was a silly exchange of snacks, he said,” Essi injected. “That was partly true. And maybe that’s what all he could remember. But there was something more in the ring,” Lady Imeldine tried to explain. But she was also trying to catching up with the right words to say with in foreign tongue. Arlelle urged her to take a seat first but she was ashamed to do it so because her trench coat is wet. “Let me continue. The ring was legally the possession of the Mercators.”

The word sat in my chest like a stone dropped somewhere it couldn't be fished back out. "Retrieval," I repeated. "His word, my lord. Not mine." "She's not his. She's never been his." My own voice came out lower than I meant it to. "But that's exactly the kind of thinking that lets a man justify whatever he's planning to do to get her. If he's already decided she belongs to him, taking her stops being theft in his head. It becomes reclaiming something." Kade's jaw was tight. "That's worse than territory. That's an obsession wearing a strategy."

“Tell me about your Tani.” “The Beast. We hear him a lot at night, which was always important to me for whenever I had doubt; it reaffirmed my belief," I find myself, diverting away from the script my little green book suggests, which is still pressed against my ribcage. I'm unsure of what Marek actually wants to know, but I doubt it's about Plantation day and the prays we need. "Powerful?"

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.

I muttered and she smiled before turning around and kissing my lips. "I love you too Ethan" I will never get used to hearing her say that It gave me goosebumps and butterflies everything she said it. It felt like I was a highschooler with her but I didn't mind. All for her She became mine to posses the day she walked into that door with my parents She was my possession We have finally come to the end of this book 😁😁😁 It was very fun writing about these two characters.

“You can lie to yourself, Kaine, but don’t try lying to me. I’ve known you too long for that.” He wasn’t wrong. And that pissed me off more than anything. With a slow breath, I straightened, rolling my shoulders back as I looked at him with a cold stare. “She’s just a body, Oscar. That’s all.” Oscar held my gaze for a moment, then gave a lazy shrug. “If you say so.” He turned to leave, but before stepping out, he added, “Just remember, possession is different from desire. And you, my friend, are teetering on the edge.”

The driver was holding the door open and waiting for Elsa to hop in. “What? I... I.. mean, I’ll head towards the hospital and there are cabs available, so thank you for the offering.” This is called a polite rejection. “Don’t worry, I would never bother if you and I were not going on the same way. Have you not heard what I said to my sister-in-law? I have a meeting with the trustee. It’s just I included you. If I don’t, then she’ll not stop her nagging. And I don’t have time for coffee and any kind of play,” Max spoke as a king with temperament and portrayed Olivia like nobody. Her words don’t carry any value and she was owned by this king.