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

Third Person POV Finest cannot remember when that man has ever made a wrong decision in his life as all of his moves seem to have been long considered and mauled over. Although he is strong but he is very careful too. "Well, let's not think too much of it. None of it is my business if they don't have any designs or plans for Russia. But if they do, I don't mind showing them why we are really called Dorne," She said, her eyes so sharp that it seemed she was about to go on a massacre. But she immediately withdrew that look and stood up to leave.

Dear kind readers, I’m excited to share that The King’s Possession has finally reached its conclusion. I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to each of you for your patience, support, and love throughout this journey. I know the ending may feel a bit hanging, and some of you might still be longing for more of Isabel and Tristan’s story, but this is the way I always intended for their tale to end. Your enthusiasm and dedication have meant the world to me, and I’m incredibly grateful to have had such lovely readers who have stuck with this story until the very last page.

Roman doesn't have one either. I go to the right side and tug open the top drawer. Other than a handful of receipts, there isn't anything worthwhile inside. Certainly nothing that validates my snooping. I haven't come across a single thing to rationalize my continued search through his belongings. I should stop this madness. Instead, I finger the handle of the bottom drawer and jerk it open since I've looked through all the others. At this point, I don't expect to find anything incriminating.

He wrote: We stood at the gate with Thomas on his last Monday and the gate was the gate of seventeen years of Monday mornings and the kitchen garden was the kitchen garden of all those Mondays and Thomas was Thomas with thirty-five years of the estate's account in his hands. He wrote: The building is forever. The ground keeps. Both things are true. Both things will always be true. Don wrote in his notebook: Thomas said: the ground will keep. He did not say I will keep the ground or you will keep the ground or Ruth will keep the ground. He said the ground will keep. The ground does the keeping. We are the ones who are kept. The ground keeps the account of what happens on it. The account is no

Giselle fiercely asks, making Derus smirk. "You are no longer under the protection of the Gay owner and possession of Monteverdes. I can instantly pull you back into the mansion," Derus said as he pulled out his gun with a silencer. "Why can't you just let me go! It's been f*cking 20 years since I left that hell!"

I was still searching frantically when a thought struck me. It didn't go anywhere. Ace must've hid it. Why didn't I think of that before? The only place it must be would be his office. Am I really going to break in his office now? ×××××××××××××××××××× Stella's POV: I. Was. Freaking. Out! Everything was going fine when we arrived at the party. Why wouldn't it be? I love parties. But I couldn't enjoy it. Because I was here as my best friend. And that did not feel good.

I asked. " I guess it didn't. My jealousy got the best of me." He says. " Alpha's and their possessions. It's pretty f**king pathetic." I say. " What do you mean possessions?" He asked. " Well, that's all I am to you. Isn't it?" I asked. " No. You are not my possession. I don't own you. We belong to each other. That's the way it is meant to be." He says. " Well, it doesn't feel like it sometimes." I say turning back to look at the clothes in the wardrobe.

I was momentarily swept away, drifting into a world of my own. Suddenly, his words pierced through my thoughts like a sharp knife, bringing me crashing back to reality. "Mine. All mine," he declared, his possessiveness hanging heavily in the air. How dare he lay claim to me as if I were some object to be owned? I am nobody’s property! Who gave him the right to own me as his?

It seems like it's becoming her habit soon. After a few minutes, he came back, and he barely glances to her side which made me happy. That guy is not stupid after all. I know, I am very possessive, but I'm just protecting what's mine!. Whatever is mine, is mine alone and I don't share!And lately I felt ridiculous over possessive over Alessandra and I don't know, why? I tried to shake it off that feeling, but it comes out naturally and unconsciously I am behaving it that way.

He truly believed he had the right to everything we collectively owned and had never been made to believe otherwise. "No, now get out of my room." I knew it wouldn't work, but I said it anyway. That was my small attempt at retaining some control over the things in my life. It was mine and if I ever let him borrow it, I knew I’d never see it again. My brother wasn’t known for the care he took with his—or anyone else’s—possessions and without my aunt to outdo, my mother was unlikely to buy me another one any time soon.