It's In My Possession Novels & Stories

I queried. I've always wanted to ask that question. She was younger than me. She should be in college and not working as a maid. "I was sold to Mr. Black. In other words Mr Black now owns me since my father doesn't want me anymore. It is good because he has never for one day made me feel like a sold baggage." Margaret retorted. What? "What do you mean by that? How did this get to happen?" Is Dylan involve with human trafficking? No. His businesses are legit.

He promptly halted the car. "Please, don't take me back there. I don't want to return to that place," Samantha pleaded with desperation. "Maybe you're the girl they were searching for earlier, huh?" he questioned. Samantha nodded, and she could sense his anger intensifying. "Please, don't hand me over to them. They'll sell us... I don't want that kind of life." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Perhaps you have some debt with them. That’s why they took you?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a hint of accusation. Samantha immediately shook her head, allowing the tears to flow from her eyes, fearing that he might return her to that place.

Possession. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about," I whispered, my voice barely mine. His fingers tightened, cold pressure biting into my skin. "Olivia," he murmured, leaning in until his breath ghosted over my lips. "Something pulled you away from me. Something made you run." His gaze slid down my throat as though he could see the bond tugging painfully beneath my skin. "You felt something." I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. The bond twisted—sharp, protesting—almost as if it could hear its name.

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?

I'm out in a blink and mix myself in the crowd of people with my heart beating profoundly against my ribcage. Looking at the small phone in my hand, I realize I've gotten myself tangled in a mare's nest.

All of his body belongs to me! "You are mine, Kai. All mine! You should always remember that I own you, no one else, but me" I growl out the words, my heart swelling with possessiveness as I bring the rag lower and lower. He tenses and attempts to draw his legs together. My lips twitch; he can be so cute. Does he not realize his adorable dick is still exposed even though he drags his leg so close? He panics when I just continue to observe him silently.

Love is not in my life, and I do not enjoy being in a relationship, but if my Sunshine wants one, I will be ready to provide it for her because she is MINE. MY POSSESSION MONSTER'S POSSESSION. … Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

I say pointing to the amount in the file. He simply smirks at me. SH! T He pulls his gun out and points it at my head. "You still think so, chica?" he asks mockingly. I bite my tongue so I won't reply back and probably get my head blow off. He sits down, but this time he doesn't put his gun back he just keeps on holding it. "Now as I was saying chica, you belong to me and as such you do as I say. Since your mine nobody else touches you." he says and I can easily tell that he's possessive.

I've been coming out here every morning since, and unlike that room, the only thing killing me is the fact that I can't stay out here all day. My eyes flutter open, a contented smile playing on my lips as I gaze across the empty fields of grass stretching across the vast property. Then, it crosses my mind: What if I do ask? At least if he actually gives me an answer, I'll know where I stand. Am I just a pawn in whatever game he's playing? Just how disposable am I? The idea sits bitterly in my mind, knowing that I really am disposable. There's nothing that says otherwise and everything that confirms it... especially when my title of ownership sits somewhere in his office. I am a thing, a “pro

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.