In My Possession 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.”

I inhaled deeply, letting the cold air fill my lungs, hoping it would calm the beast inside me. *Mine. She’s mine.* The thought echoed in my mind, relentless, and no matter how much I tried to push it away, it clung to me. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The possessiveness that had always simmered beneath the surface was now a full-blown fire, consuming everything in its path. I couldn’t deny it any longer. She was mine.

Trapping you? I don't know what to think anymore. My voice cracked. A month ago, I had nothing. Now I have everything, but none of it's actually mine. It's all yours–the apartment, the clothes, even this dress I'm wearing. And I'm starting to wonder if that includes me too. "You're not a possession–" Then why does it feel like one? Tears burned behind my eyes. Why does it feel like I'm slowly disappearing into whatever version of me you need? Your assistant. Your date. Your project to fix.

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.

Max drops Fred at his house and returns to his villa. Sitting in his darkroom he took out his phone and dialed a number, " How's your work going, did you find anything, why not? it's been a year. My patience is not unlimited understand if you are incapable then tell me before, I am losing my mind. I will hire someone else and remember this year is your last year," Max cut the call and smashed the phone over the wall.

𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 why😑😑. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

She frowned briefly, then shrugged indifferently. “I found it in my room.” “Your room?” “When we were in Cambridge. Why?” The long pause made Pandora wonder at the meaning behind Kingston’s gaze. The man didn’t take his eyes off the feather Pandora had begun twisting. “Give it to me.” “No. I wouldn’t even give it to Anna, let alone you.” “It’s mine, Pandora. Give it back. You can’t take it.”

***** I got to my apartment and saw my orders placed at my door step. I went into my bedroom and changed, took off my bra and changed into shirts and tied my hair into a messy bun. I made some cheese and settled on my sofa in the sitting room. Tomorrow was going to be a long day cause of my flight. My phone beeped, it was Ammy calling. "Baby, how are you?", She squealed. "Am fine", I said, as I reduced the volume of my television. " Have you checked the tabs?",she asked.

"You will die here. And your fucking wild rutt of a mate is dying right now in the depths of jungles of this city. I am not fucking stupid to leave a fucking mated wolf to track me down for killing his mate." He picked up an iron rod, at the of which was a heavy metal containing screws and iron plates attached, something like it was pulled out of a vehicle, a heavy truck, belonging in a garage. Some rust was covering it from the tip to the end. I had never seen it at our home, ever. He had brought it with himself. He had planned everything. Mason swung it left and right in the air in front of my eyes, making me aware that he wanted to see the fear of upcoming death in my eyes.

I have to admit that I also want to get revenge for what he did. "How come you are the only one who can flirt with someone else and I'm not?" I boldly asked him. He smirked and leaned down. "Because my sweet Nina, I own you. You're mine and no one else. I am the only one who can touch you. You are my prized possession, understand?" He whispered possessively. I laughed at what he said. Prized possession, that's all he thinks of me, a thing. A freaking object he can possess.