In My Possession Novels & Stories

"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?"

But the words lingered, echoing in my head. A possession. I was a possession to them. A thing to be fought over, claimed, owned. Not a person. Not someone with feelings, dreams, fears. Just a prize. The tears came before I could stop them. Hot and bitter, they streamed down my face. I pressed my hands against my stomach, trying to stop the shaking. "I'm not a possession," I whispered. "I'm not a thing." But no one was listening. No one had ever listened. I stayed on the floor for what felt like hours. The baby shifted restlessly, and I forced myself to take slow, steady breaths.

"But you're safe now. I promise. I'll always protect you. You're mine, Emma. You've always been mine." Mine. The word had sent a chill through me. Not "you're with me" or "we're together." But mine. Like I was a possession. Something owned. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window. My breath fogged it up. Things weren't adding up. They hadn't been adding up for a while now. But the medication made it hard to focus. Hard to connect the dots. Every time I tried to think too hard, my head would start pounding and everything would go fuzzy.

Without thinking, I move in its direction. Because I need answers. Answers Roman refuses to give me. The top of the desk is, like everything else in the apartment, free of debris except for a computer resting on it. Even in the shadowy darkness of the room, I can tell it's an older model. It isn't as sleek as the ones that are now being sold in stores. Are the drawers inside the desk as barren as everything else? I suck my lower lip into my mouth and bite down. There's no doubt that I would be livid if someone invaded my privacy by going through my belongings. That alone should be enough to make me back away and retreat to the bedroom.

“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.

"Kelly can't touch it." "Exactly," I confirmed. "The property is held in a private trust. I am the sole owner and trustee. It's not a Vosper asset. It's mine. She can't claim it, she can't sell it, and she can't set foot on it. It's the one place she can't reach us." He studied my face, a slow smile spreading across his lips. It wasn't a mocking smile, but one of genuine admiration. "You're brilliant."

Mine! I stared at him confused, I saw the guy with him stare in shock at him and was looking at me weirdly. "You meant what you just said?" I heard the guy ask him again. "Excuse me, but I don't understand you, I am not a possession so you can't own me, man, please I am sorry for not watching my steps," I said moving away from him. Who the heck? Just see someone for the first time and just feel like owning the person.

Filling and grabbing another glass of liquor from the table, he took a sip from it but without taking his eyes away from that person sitting on his bed who had not even mistakenly looked in his direction for once. "Actually I have bought something, so.." his eyes wandered all over her naked frame. "I am checking my possession on it," his words made her hug her knees more tightly because they crushed her soul cruelly. She was his possession now. He had bought her like a thing and now that was the ultimate truth of her life that he was her sole possessor. "So I won't be able to return home tonight as I need to do some more deep and thorough checks on my possession," he uttered, sniggering sile

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.

“I don’t do childish labels but I’ll be your man.” As his lips connected with my neck I closed my eyes smiling. “My protector.” He leaned up moving his arm around me as he moved in front of me. “I will always protect you, Taylor. You belong to me.” I laughed. “You make me sound like some kind of possession.” Lucas shrugged, “you are, you’re mine.”