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

Then he remembered: the party was open to commoners tonight. His jaw tightened. So that’s what you are, he thought. A commoner with no idea what you’ve just done.

“I needed them to know you’re mine.” “Yours?” I repeated, incredulous. “I’m not your property, Kael! And claiming you marked me like that – do you have any idea how humiliating that was?” He glanced at me, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re overreacting,” he said coolly. “They needed to understand your place. A little possessiveness goes a long way in this world.” “Possessiveness?” I nearly choked on the word. “You claimed you marked me in the most private, intimate place, Kael! As if you have that kind of right over me.” My face was hot with both anger and embarrassment. “Do you think I want people imagining that?”

He arched his brow, “you mean protective. Haven’t I already told you how I feel about things that are mine?” I leaned back rolling my eyes, “and I’ve told you I’m not your possession. I’m not an object you can lay claim to.” Lucas laughed, “you have it so wrong Taylor.” The door opened and David entered halting our conversation. Standing up I looked across the desk, “don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

MY WHOLE LIFE—whenever I think that things couldn't go worse—life yells surprise and the next second everything goes downhill. The ball, the phone, Alessio, haven't left my mind along with his words, I will give you what you want. I am not having trouble believing Alessio but I'm having trouble thinking about what I want.

We both knew that our happiness lied somewhere else and together we were just a disaster. As I stopped the car and picked up the phone, Aster snapped from the other side, "Get here right now. We have got company."

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

Luna asked with a raised eyebrow, her hands rubbing his chest knowing her was angry. Arthur's irritation simmered slightly as she touched his chest, her soothing touch breaking through the possessive haze in his mind. "Because you're mine," he said, his voice was a low growl. "And I don't want anyone else laying a hand on you... or wanting you. You're mine, and I don't like sharing."

“Peace offering, my Hershey kiss.” “I hate you, and that God-awful name.” Di runs in and hops in bed with me. “You know this is technically my room right?” “Wrong, possession is 9/10 of the law and I’m possessing it, and after this shit show, I get what the fuck I want.” “Okay, I give. So, what did you want to tell me before…..this?”

The one that's supposed to last for a year. Her grip tightened around the edge of the paper. "...two months..." she whispered the time left before their contract ends. She scoffed low, a bitter feeling settling deep inside her chest. How can she forget this still existed? She was so consumed in the moment, forgetting that it'll all come to an end. Why did she think it would magically disappear, or that Rico would somehow forget it? He clearly didn't, because he still has it inside his drawer... beside his head.

TRANSFER OF STORY RIGHTS INITIATED. Haley went perfectly still. "Story rights?" The Authorial Lock above them flickered. The unfinished sentence returned, now written across the sky of the Source. WHO OWNS THE STORY? The World Eater's hunger pushed through the words. Katherine grabbed Jack's hand. "This is the real attack." The Tail had never wanted only debt. The Analyst had never been only jailer. The Sage had not merely changed a line. All of them were fighting over the same thing. Ownership.