It's In My Possession Novels & Stories

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."

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.

I said taking my purse and I didn't miss how his eyes widened in surprise. This is for you xavier.

Standing inside the house looking all bold and confident like he owned the place. The fact that he had found his way inside my house should have startled me, or at the very least surprised me, because I knew for a fact that the door was clearly locked and Minho didn't have the passcode to it. But I wasn't surprised nor was I startled even in the slightest. I guess I was too numb to start thinking of how that was possible and my mind wasn't in any position to process much of anything for me to bother with it anyway. Instead, I just sat motionless right there on the couch as Minho slowly walked over to where I was and then pulled me into his arms.

"I...... No.... it's...." "Are you a voyeur?" No. Absolutely not.

I gathered the courage to speak. His lips curled into a wicked smile as if he derived pleasure from seeing me tense. “Since you say I don't own you. You think you can just leave? You think you can walk out of my life and I’ll let you? You’re mine, Lillian. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” “I am not your possession.” I spoke gently, my body already giving in to his grip. I used all of my strength to press his chest, but it didn't move him. Instead, his grip tightened on my waist. My body became immovable.

I've been preserved in amber, I am one with the sheets, I am zen. Back at the plush bed, I sink even further into comfort, soft sweet smelling fabric pushing against my cheek. My limbs are pliant, every muscle in my face relaxed, each breath in and out is evenly spaced. Relaxed back into the same fucking position I collapsed in last night. This guy is a FUCKING IDIOT. Does he really think I am his actual pet and not a woman planning violent, glorious murder.

The complete and utter possession. I should have been disgusted with myself. Instead, I was... what? Confused? Angry? Aroused? No. Fuck that. I shoved the thought away and swung my legs over the side of the bed. That's when I saw it. The collar. It sat on the nightstand like a coiled snake. Black leather. Silver buckle. Simple. Elegant. Unmistakably a claim. "Since you came to me on your own accord, you belong to me now."

“I’m going in.” Shit. I still have the phone with me!