In My Possession Novels & Stories

"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.

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."

"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.”

I've been preserved in amber, I am one with the sheets, I am zen. Back at the plush bed, I sink even further into comfort, soft sweet smelling fabric pushing against my cheek. My limbs are pliant, every muscle in my face relaxed, each breath in and out is evenly spaced. Relaxed back into the same fucking position I collapsed in last night. This guy is a FUCKING IDIOT. Does he really think I am his actual pet and not a woman planning violent, glorious murder.

There was no anger, no shock, just the same calm, collected stare. Dante was baffled. "Why are you so calm about this?" Marco leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap. "What do you want me to do?" he asked quietly. "I’ve fought hard to secure this position, to keep things running smoothly. But if they want to take it from me, they will. I’ve done everything I can, and it’s not working. I can’t kill myself trying to fight for something that’s already slipping away."