It's In My Possession Novels & Stories

I'm pretty sure he currently sat in his place in heaven, smirking down at me, in the same way he always did whenever he knew he had someone on checkmate. Corny bastard. I ran my hand through my hair frustratedly, trying my hardest not to blow up at the world for playing a tough one with me. Dad one, Simon zero. "Okay fine. Since it's in the will, and he's already dead, there's no way we could change it. I might as well accept defeat. How much time does it say that I have?" I asked, resignation and acceptance of my defeat evident in my voice. At this, my mother, my sister Melvin, and my late father's barrister, all exhaled deeply, now finally able to let go of their tenseness.

“Have it sent to my penthouse.” Where he is. Because everything I want ends up in my possession. And Blaze? He’ll be no different.

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.

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."

He claimed that today. I am his. My mind, heart, body, soul everything belongs to me. I am not ashamed to admit that he owns me. Alexander Russo owns me. ****************************************

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."

“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.

"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"

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

I wrapped my arms around my body, trying to keep myself from falling apart at his feet. “How could you drag me out of there like that and try to have your way with me like this?” I asked, shaking my head at him, disgust evident on my face. “Have you gone mad?” “Yes,” he breathed out. “The moment I saw you with him... the way he was looking at you. The way you were smiling at him… I lost my damn mind, Joanne. You are mine—” “I am not yours to possess,” I tell him before I could think better of it. “I am a person… not a possession. You can’t own me.”