In My Possession Novels & Stories

His eyes held mine, and I could see the possessiveness hidden behind them. “You are mine now. Make sure you don’t forget that.” I swallowed hard. “I won’t.”

I couldn't control the anger brewing in me, simmering through my veins and enveloping me. "She was the one who walked out of his life. She was the one who decided she doesn't want him anymore. I met the man, I wanted him and I am the one wearing his fucking ring, so he belongs to me. He's mine and she's in for one hell of a surprise if she thinks she can take him away from me. I own that man. Every inch of him." I spat out my words venomously, my voice thick with a possessive that stunned me after I uttered those words.

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."

“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?”

"We will address that situation when it arises. But for the time being, you are here. I consider you as my possession, Shania, and I am not one to easily release what is mine." He extended his hand, grasping mine firmly. The sensation of his touch conveyed a mix of ownership and reassurance, evoking a peculiar feeling of security within me even as I harbored reservations.I'm

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.

“You even gave him a nickname. How sweet.” He closed the distance, his eyes burning. “I warned you, Sienna. What part of ‘you are mine’ don’t you understand? Is it when every man near you ends up dead that you’ll finally believe me?” “Nic, don’t—” “Sienna, I own you.” His hand closed around my throat—not choking, just firm, possessive. His breath ghosted my lips. “Every single part of you. Yes, I’m possessive. And yes, I’ll kill any man who tries to take you away. You’re mine, Sienna. Just mine.”

But I have never tasted a Null. Not yet. But soon. I'm due a new pet.

She stayed close to Ezekiel, her presence nearly as intimidating as his, though Marco couldn’t care less about who she was. Ezekiel’s hand slid deeper into his pocket, his eyes sweeping over the room, noting every detail—the position of the furniture, the lack of security present, and most importantly, the defiance etched on his son’s face. "You forget, son, I don’t need an invitation to come here. This mansion is mine." Marco’s eyes flickered for a moment, but he held his ground. He leaned back into the chair, crossing his arms over his chest with a a disapproving look. "Wrong."

"It doesn't work anymore." I turn away from him, chewing on the tip of my nail. "Damn." "And why, are you trying to steal my band?" he asks, not sounding angry, simply curious. In fact, there's a hint of amusement, coming down from his surprise of having found me in his bedroom in the first place. "Planning on selling it?" "No, obviously not," I shake my head, defeated. There's no way I can get out of here without speaking the truth. "I was planning on getting out of here?"