In My Possession Novels & Stories

I'm out in a blink and mix myself in the crowd of people with my heart beating profoundly against my ribcage. Looking at the small phone in my hand, I realize I've gotten myself tangled in a mare's nest.

His Possession. THE END.

Why is it me? Apparently his name is JayPark, who stands out from the crowd and gets what he wants but I can't give him my first! but his strength is very strong, only one hand can hold hands above the top of my head, his feet are between the inside my awl I press hard there. I panicked and opened my eyes to look at him as if begging!

"I was telling you something and you ain't even listening that?" "I told ya, you're right." "Listen to me, first" Dua scolded and then again placed her ankle on her knee. "Look, I've a tracker installed in there. Isn't this weird?" she said, analysing her ankle, looking at it closely. "Yes. It is" "There's a micro chip in there. And I don't even feel it" her eyes stilled on her ankle as if it was the most mesmerizing thing ever. "Yes"

I muttered and she smiled before turning around and kissing my lips. "I love you too Ethan" I will never get used to hearing her say that It gave me goosebumps and butterflies everything she said it. It felt like I was a highschooler with her but I didn't mind. All for her She became mine to posses the day she walked into that door with my parents She was my possession We have finally come to the end of this book 😁😁😁 It was very fun writing about these two characters.

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."

Mount on her until she could no longer yearn other men. She was mine to have. Mine to claim. Mine to mark. My mate. My possession. MINE!!

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.