In My Possession Novels & Stories

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.

This woman is mine. And I've claimed what's mine. The End.

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 was momentarily swept away, drifting into a world of my own. Suddenly, his words pierced through my thoughts like a sharp knife, bringing me crashing back to reality. "Mine. All mine," he declared, his possessiveness hanging heavily in the air. How dare he lay claim to me as if I were some object to be owned? I am nobody’s property! Who gave him the right to own me as his?

However, one part of his sentence stands out to me. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not a possession.” “No, you’re not a possession, that would imply that I own you. What you are, is precious to me. You are mine to love, mine to protect. That’s what I mean when I say you are mine. Well, that and I have no intention of ever letting another man have you. So in that instance, I guess it is rather possessive. But I’m an Alpha, you’ll have to get used to it.”

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.

I gathered the courage to speak. His lips curled into a wicked smile as if he derived pleasure from seeing me tense. “Since you say I don't own you. You think you can just leave? You think you can walk out of my life and I’ll let you? You’re mine, Lillian. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” “I am not your possession.” I spoke gently, my body already giving in to his grip. I used all of my strength to press his chest, but it didn't move him. Instead, his grip tightened on my waist. My body became immovable.

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.