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

“Forgotten Alpha bloodline. The story is that one line turned sideways and poured power into omegas by mistake or grace, depending on who tells it.” “Stories are for bedtime,” I said. “You do not sleep in my council room.” “Bedtime stories teach children not to step on snakes,” the third elder said. “And teach grown men to keep their knives close.” The second elder could not help himself. “If she is what they say, she should not be roaming.” “She is not roaming,” I said. “She is in my quarters. She is where I put her. She is mine.” The word sat between us. I let it. Possession is the only language some men respect. It was also the truth of me. My wolves pressed hard against my ribs at the so

he gushed with exciting eyes Lavina stared at him like a deranged lunatic. She let out a loud scoff as she folded her arms under her chest "It's either your mad, crazy or just stupid! How can you say am your twin?? The fuvk,I fûckin' hate you! I can never be related to a mafia !'she yelled angrily. The necklace dangled in her hands and so did his "Look Lavina. Don't you remember anything? Mum ,or me? If we ain't related,how then do you have that necklace? It's the other half of mine. M..mum gave it to us" Lewis said raising the other half

He said, “Hello, I’m Sergeant Major Trivor Waltman, Nice to meet you, Ma’am!” “Dianna Sy. Nice meeting you, Sir.” “Honestly speaking, this is not a minor robbery case,” he paused and looked around. “Have you checked what was missing?” Dianna sighed and shook her head in disagreement. She called Haina and asked her to tell the officer all the things that were missing. “She knows what’s missing, officer.” Dianna coldly said. “I… I’m not hundred percent sure but based on my findings, numerous things were missing,” Haina gulped for a moment. “The shop’s gold lucky charm, cash, and even the jar of donation for the orphanage.”

Rosa and Willa entered the hall and casually sat on the sofa. "Do you have business with me?" Avery asked indifferently. Rosa raised her chin, looking like she was about to denounce Avery, "Avery, your father's assets have all been confiscated and the house and cars have all been auctioned off, my private bank account has also been frozen. Now that Willa and I are homeless, you can buy us a house. It doesn't have to be too big, it's fine as long as it has three bedrooms and one living room. You can also give us two million for living expenses, but of course, this is only temporary.”

I paid little attention to the festivities, preferring solitude in my study. As I approached the door to my private gun room, a frown creased my brow. It was a place of secrecy, a vault for my most prized possessions. The door should have been securely locked, yet it stood slightly ajar. Intrigued and cautious, I pushed it open, revealing a scene that left me bewildered.

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

he whispers against my lips, a claim that reverberates through the silent corners of the room. Days unfold with his possessiveness taking center stage. One day at college, as I got engaged in a conversation with a fellow student about a project, Kirill appears beside me. His hand finds its way around my waist, a deliberate gesture that leaves no room for misinterpretation. "I hope I'm not interrupting," he says with a smirk, casting a possessive glance at the guy I was talking to. The poor soul, sensing the shift in dynamics, quickly concludes the conversation and retreats. His actions speak louder than words, a declaration to everyone around that I belong to him.

She was my possession. "Billionaire runs madly in his own party, he must be drunk"... I could already think of the shitty news the reporters would write, as I noticed all their eyes on me. Sometimes I wish I was a nobody and wasn't "THE" famous billionaire. I would be able to protect her and nobody would care about us, no fucking shit would be hunting for her life. Fuck,!. I swear I would kill that bastard that dared and caused the fire, I won't spare you. I swore under my breath, as my legs kept on searching for her everywhere

Samantha overheard the conversation of the saleslady who measured her for sandals earlier. They had their backs turned to Samantha, so they didn't know she was standing behind a large mirror. "Maybe she sold her body to the guy in exchange for these things," one of them said. Samantha didn't expect that. Of all the possible reasons, that's what they came up with. ‘Damn it. I’m not like that,’ she wanted to say to them. "She looks innocent, but I feel like she's a paid companion," another one added.

“Trust me, Robert, I understand more than you think. But maybe you don’t understand how things work with me.” She frowned, taken aback by his sudden change in tone. “What do you mean?” Damien leaned in, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “Once something’s mine, it’s mine. I don’t just give things back. And right now, that letter? It’s mine.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “You… you’re unbelievable. It’s just a piece of paper! It doesn’t mean anything to you.” He chuckled, leaning back again. “Maybe it doesn’t. But it means something to you. And that makes it worth keeping.”