In My Possession Novels & Stories

“Of course, you're not a thing. You're my possession.” I glared at him. “I don't see any difference.” “But there is,” he convinced. “A thing is dead, a possession… not necessarily.” I couldn't miss the threat lacing those words. “As my possession, you will be trained to obey me and, in time, to love me.” I stared at him in dread and disbelief. “You're sick,” I muttered.

He promptly halted the car. "Please, don't take me back there. I don't want to return to that place," Samantha pleaded with desperation. "Maybe you're the girl they were searching for earlier, huh?" he questioned. Samantha nodded, and she could sense his anger intensifying. "Please, don't hand me over to them. They'll sell us... I don't want that kind of life." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Perhaps you have some debt with them. That’s why they took you?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a hint of accusation. Samantha immediately shook her head, allowing the tears to flow from her eyes, fearing that he might return her to that place.

They keep saying it like it’s a declaration. Like it holds power. “Mine.” As if I’m a piece of territory to be claimed. As if I’m some prize they found in the ruins of a battlefield. First Marcus, then Sebastian—both so different, and yet… echoing the same possessive word. Mine. But here’s the truth neither of them understands yet. It’s not them who owns me. It’s me… who owns them.

he bowed and went to do as asked. "I hope this is the last time I have the displeasure of seeing you." "Maybe, there are things to discuss, and of course, I want to see my cousin's grave." "Yes, you have that right, but only that right. Everything else will be subject to my will." Stefan tightened his smile, looking at the man he detested.

In a fluid motion, he quickly grasped my braids, dragging it. My eyes widened and I held on to his arm, wincing. "That's because I am. I own you. You belong to me. I'll always be the one you lust for and crave for. And if you try to act otherwise, I'll make sure I make you submit to me whether you like it or you don't"Raphael huskily replied, dragging my braids more. His words felt so sensual and yet so dangerous. I became weak in the knees and my breathing became rapid in pace.

Lewis scoffed trying to keep his anger in check His thumb snaked to her pouty red lips and slowly begun stroking it "The lips are for me corazón. Your kisses belongs to me and only me. Don't ever let anyone kiss you again. I don't wanna even see you with anything that has 3 legs. Am very possessive corazón. The things I cherish and love,I don't toy with it. And you're one of them. One of my top priority" he said sweetly making sure to stare deep into her eyes Laine gulped down nothing feeling the uncontrollable butterflies dancing in her tummy

She said as she opened the box. Her jewelry box. Oh my God. I've never imagined this day all my life. Staring right back at me is the multi million dollars jewelry possessed by Mrs Black. She brought out a diamond necklace and raised it up for me to see. I think I was going crazy. That shit looked like they could bye me.

“Let’s see how much you actually have.” He unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Not fully. Just enough. Enough to make him run wild. Matteo entered that evening without knocking. He always entered without knocking. Ownership didn’t require permission. He believed. But this time, he stopped two steps inside the room. Jamie was leaning against the desk, sleeves rolled carelessly, collar open just enough to expose the faint line of his collarbone. One ankle crossed over the other. Casual. Waiting. Matteo’s gaze flickered once — quick, involuntary — then returned to Jamie’s face.

She didn't plead. "I am your possession, Dante," she whispered against his lips, her fingers digging into his back, drawing blood that smeared against the white sheets. "But a possession that owns its owner is a dangerous thing. Every time you take me, you give another piece of yourself away. How much is left, Dante? How much of the 'Moretti Monster' is left before there’s only a shell that lives for me?"