In My Possession Novels & Stories

The silence was not empty; it was filled with the lingering echo of his presence. He was the CEO, and he had claimed me, his possession of me complete. I was his, and he had ensured that I knew it. The room was cold, the bed was empty, but the reality of his presence remained. He had claimed me, and I was his, completely and entirely. I lay there, my body a testament to his possession, my mind a mirror of his dominance.

But something about pissing him off excited me, and I cursed myself for giving into it as I spoke. "I mean, I don't have it anymore. It's gone. No longer in my possession." "G.O.N.E. Gone."

“So tell me, Olivia… can you pay up now? Or would you rather see your brother back in prison?” My head snapped up. “You wouldn’t,” I said hoarsely. His eyes hardened. “Try me.” Then he added coldly, “For the duration of our agreement, you belong to me, Olivia. You are mine. My possession. And you’d do well to remember that before you go around kissing and defending other men.” The words hit harder than a slap. Possession. Mine. Something inside me broke right there. I couldn’t hold it together anymore. My chest felt empty, like the air had been sucked out, and I didn’t even have the energy to fight it.

I groaned and picked up my boxer that I had long discarded and worn before leaving the room I will try to have a nice sleep; maybe before I wake, I will have long forgotten this distress, which will help my monster calm down. If not, I don't know how I will go about my later movements with a bit of a distraction between my legs. Ashton POV I sat in my office, which is at the topmost top of my company. Although my family has many firms this one is what I'm one hundred percent sure is mine and has nothing to do with Lazer's family business. My office white was rolled up by half, displaying my firm arm's length, and the buttons of the white were half unbuttoned, showing my gorgeous upper body.

Lucinda is very excited to be moving out of her parent's house at the same time she is fighting the thought of leaving her parents.Mom and Dad I will miss you so much ,she hugs them with love .Mom can I take the pink blanket with me Lucinda asks her mum already holding the blanket ,yes you can her mom replied.I am ready to go Lucinda says as she caries some of her bags outside ,Lucinda can you leave me your black T-shirt Daren asked standing by the door way holding Lucinda's black T-shirt ,yes you can Lucinda smiled at him thank you Daren said as he rushed to put it on.

She walked towards me, and I averted my eyes from her. "What are you freak doing here in the meeting of wolves?" she said with an arrogant face, and I rolled my eyes at her. "I have every right to be here. I will get my wolf spirit on my 18th birthday," I said in a confident tone, even though I had no chance of getting my wolf spirit. She gazed at my bag, and I followed her gaze, finding out that she was looking at the necklace in my bag. I tried to hide it, but before I could do it, Bianca snatched it.

I would’ve given him a fair chance as well if he didn’t destroy everything by cocooning and trapping me in his web lies. “Carla…” he started again but I didn’t let him continue. “Just let me go. I think it is better for the both of us.” I said, wanting to be free of it all. “I won’t let you go! Not now, not ever!” He almost growled as he pulled me closer, facing me to arch my back. “Aeden please.” “No Carla. I married you. You are mine. One thing you should know about me, I’m extremely possessive of what’s mine and I don’t ever let it go.” He declared and turned me around and pulled my face closer and kissed me.

I could see him trying to decide if I was lying. I kept my expression neutral, calm, like it truly didn't matter. "You're sure?" he asked finally. "I'm sure. It's nothing to worry about." "It is to me. Someone hurt you, even accidentally. That's not nothing." "In your world? Please….this barely registers." "In my world, no one puts their hands on what's mine." The possessiveness should have annoyed me. Instead, it sent a strange warmth through my chest. "I can take care of myself," I said.

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.

“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?”