It's In My Possession Novels & Stories

This is nonsense. Was I standing and talking with my captor? I must have hit my head more than I thought. "You seem to know a lot of my business. I know you're a human so why did you capture me?" I asked him. "Don't get angry but you're just a pawn in the game. The person I want is Tyson and I know by bringing you here he'll be coming here himself." I became dizzy and sat down on the couch. What was in the water? "What did you do to me?"

“But you dare push back against me?” His voice didn’t rise. There was no explosion of emotion, and that made it far more dangerous. His fingers pressed slightly, holding me still. “Remember one thing, Angela,” he continued. “You’re mine.” His hazel eyes were dark now. “I don’t share,” he said. “And I never let anyone touch what belongs to me.” I forced myself to speak, even as his grip held my jaw. “I… didn’t know you were this possessive,” I whispered, my breath uneven under the pressure of his hand.

I have to admit that I also want to get revenge for what he did. "How come you are the only one who can flirt with someone else and I'm not?" I boldly asked him. He smirked and leaned down. "Because my sweet Nina, I own you. You're mine and no one else. I am the only one who can touch you. You are my prized possession, understand?" He whispered possessively. I laughed at what he said. Prized possession, that's all he thinks of me, a thing. A freaking object he can possess.

When we got to the elevator we both went inside, I pressed the button for floor one and the doors closed. "That's how it is." "I hope this time you do find something permanent. The bad thing is that it is in the Miller company." I looked at him with a frown. "What's wrong with it being there?" "Well ..." he scratched the back of his neck a little nervous "... I've heard things from the head of the place. Nicholas Miller. Be careful with it." "But what do you mean?" I laughed nervously. I didn't really understand Tyler's foolishness; I don't know if he was saying it out of jealousy or what.

I reassured myself, getting up from the bed to reach under it for my gym bag. The corners of Tate's mouth twitched. "He has, but I don't think he wants to use it." "That really calmed me down!" I crossed the room and started putting my clothes in it. Finally, I added the new Tate leather notebook to the side pocket because I didn't want to leave it unattended.

“You even gave him a nickname. How sweet.” He closed the distance, his eyes burning. “I warned you, Sienna. What part of ‘you are mine’ don’t you understand? Is it when every man near you ends up dead that you’ll finally believe me?” “Nic, don’t—” “Sienna, I own you.” His hand closed around my throat—not choking, just firm, possessive. His breath ghosted my lips. “Every single part of you. Yes, I’m possessive. And yes, I’ll kill any man who tries to take you away. You’re mine, Sienna. Just mine.”

Will paused in front of a heavy door before opening it with a sudden click. Inside, the room was vast and organized with meticulous precision. Gun racks lined the walls, each firearm gleaming under the sunlight. Shelves held knives, ammunition, and tactical equipment. It was unmistakably a private armory. Aurora’s face betrayed nothing, but as her eyes roamed around the room, they glimmered with pure excitement. Her lips parted slightly, though no sound escaped.

"We will address that situation when it arises. But for the time being, you are here. I consider you as my possession, Shania, and I am not one to easily release what is mine." He extended his hand, grasping mine firmly. The sensation of his touch conveyed a mix of ownership and reassurance, evoking a peculiar feeling of security within me even as I harbored reservations.I'm

********************* ************************* "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know who owned this! I don't know!" "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know who owned this! I don't know!" "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know who owned this! I don't know!" "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know who owned this! I don't know!" "It's not me! This necklace isn't mine! And I don't know who owned this! I don't know!"

“It is mine right now. Belongs to me. I own it.” I lifted almost all off, letting the head slip free. The sensation of emptiness was sharp, sudden, and I dropped back down hard. “And I’m going to use it. I’m going to wreck it.”