It's In My Possession Novels & Stories

The only way he could have known was if he went to check on me in that room the moment I left and then he followed me all the way here. Instead of replying to me, he moves towards me, grabbing my waist as it hits his lower body. "You are mine, remember? You have a job, remember?" Placing my hand on his chest, I try to move out but his hold on my waist becomes stronger. With gritted teeth, I snap. "You don't own me!" "Of course I do", he replies sharply, as though he was expecting that. The possessive is alluring and annoying at the same time and I feel foolish for feeling this way.

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.

“And from the look of things, there are a lot of rooms in this house. I can stay in another one.” “Of course, we’re sleeping in the same bed,” he said coolly, not even blinking. “And your opinion doesn’t count right now. You’re my possession.” My jaw dropped slightly. “How would you say that? I don’t belong to you. I’m not a possession.” He took another step toward me, his face seemed even more serious this time. “As far as I brought you into my home, you are mine. That implies I own you, but not like a thing. It’s more… in a priceless way.”

“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?”

breathless, he was stealing my first kiss “B..let me go.” Day by day, the vision blurred, it seemed that the other guys were standing up and starting to leave this room one by one, leaving only him and me. Why? Isn't this a business talk? I was thinking in fear, his voice continued to play in my ear "why do you dare to think while having intercourse with me?" “T… I don't have one! Please forgive me, I really don't sell my body, I only turmeric, .. if you want, ask another go girl."

Then i'd wrap them up and lead them to the door after paying them generously. But not Noelle, she was innocent, and a precious piece of stone that i'd never want to let go of. She arose a fire in my body that wasn't going to go out for now or ever. I was always driven at a quote that whatver I wanted I had to have willingly or forcefully. And within this time I will make Noelle mine. She will be my possesion and a good one too. I'd make damn sure of it. "Gentlemen," I greeted. "I have little to no time to waste so please get this meeting on role I have a lot more things to tend to at this moment,"

I said through gritted teeth. “No need to be so hostile now Giovanni Romano.” She said and then walked closer to me. My men immediately brought out their guns and aimed at her , her men did same . “Oh please , I’m not here for a bloodshed , at least not yet.” She said and handed me a document. “That is the legal document stating I own the lands on which this mansion was built , which technically makes me the owner of the mansion.” She said and smirked . I threw the paper to the ground .

He asked and eyed me. I was already shaking right there with my hands crumpled like a piece of paper. “I know who owns that earring.” itsclarixass

I opened the briefcase Dicken handed me to check what it contains ; three snippers, enough bullets, two hand grenades and a double-edged knife. Where did he find all this ? I and parker currently stuck in traffic and right now, I felt compelled to ditch the car, and make a run for it, but I won't arrive on time, so I end up sitting in the car, impatienly waiting, fists clenching and unclenching in exasperation, anger, and the thirst for blood.

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.