It's In My Possession Novels & Stories

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.

" Not far from you. From the information I can gather here, it is currently in platinum hotels." " Alright. Just keep your eyes on it. Never let go." " Got it."

Take what's mine. Tbc...

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.

And I would still be standing here when she finished. Until she found that way out, if she ever did, she belonged to me. The thought settled into me with the same easy certainty I applied to everything I had built in this city: not through permission, but through the simple, immovable fact of possession. I had learned a long time ago that the things worth keeping rarely arrived through someone else's consent. Consent was a courtesy. Possession was a fact. I had stopped confusing the two before I was old enough to grow into the title I now carried.

“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.”

A little souvenir from me to that cheating bastard. ‎ His eyes cracked open instantly, and I backed away, hiding my phone, but he'd already seen me. “Did you just take a picture of me?” He quickly sat up. ‎ “Of us,” I corrected, flashing him the screen before pulling it away lest he snatched it out of my hand. “Don’t worry, it’s flattering.” ‎ His tone sharpened. “Delete it now; that's an invasion of privacy.” ‎ ‎ I arched a brow. “Bossy, aren’t you? Relax. It’s not like I’m going to plaster it on a billboard.” I tucked it into my purse. "Or are you a wanted criminal?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

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