It's In My Possession Novels & Stories

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."

Tristan said as his eyes lit up in anticipation. "Oops! That's so sad. It really is." I made a dramatic sigh. "Well, you wouldn't be getting it as the owner is already aware of its location at the moment. Tsk! It's a tracker wristwatch remember?" I rolled my eyes at him and stood up with the intention to exit the building. "Not so fast, Mr Grey. Your friend still owns me a dept, remember?" I chuckled with a little bit of mockery and looked over my shoulder at him.

She frowned briefly, then shrugged indifferently. “I found it in my room.” “Your room?” “When we were in Cambridge. Why?” The long pause made Pandora wonder at the meaning behind Kingston’s gaze. The man didn’t take his eyes off the feather Pandora had begun twisting. “Give it to me.” “No. I wouldn’t even give it to Anna, let alone you.” “It’s mine, Pandora. Give it back. You can’t take it.”

"You will die here. And your fucking wild rutt of a mate is dying right now in the depths of jungles of this city. I am not fucking stupid to leave a fucking mated wolf to track me down for killing his mate." He picked up an iron rod, at the of which was a heavy metal containing screws and iron plates attached, something like it was pulled out of a vehicle, a heavy truck, belonging in a garage. Some rust was covering it from the tip to the end. I had never seen it at our home, ever. He had brought it with himself. He had planned everything. Mason swung it left and right in the air in front of my eyes, making me aware that he wanted to see the fear of upcoming death in my eyes.

I brought my eyes to his in a silent defiance. He gripped my jaw a little tighter. “Do you understand that?” “Yes. I understand it.” I snatched my hands from his grip and knocked his fingers from my jaw. “I belong to you, like a pretty little possession.” “You belong to me, but nothing like my possession. As much as I’d love to possess you and your naked body, you’re your own person and I respect that. Until you push me. Push me and you’ll find out just how fucking possessive I can be.”

Mine! I stared at him confused, I saw the guy with him stare in shock at him and was looking at me weirdly. "You meant what you just said?" I heard the guy ask him again. "Excuse me, but I don't understand you, I am not a possession so you can't own me, man, please I am sorry for not watching my steps," I said moving away from him. Who the heck? Just see someone for the first time and just feel like owning the person.

I frowned slightly. “What?” “It’s not an object. Not a memory. Not a fragment.” A pause. Her voice dropped slightly. “It’s a presence.” That didn’t help. That made it worse. “What kind of presence?” Her gaze darkened just slightly. “The kind that doesn’t belong in a human mind.” My heart stuttered. Hard. Cold dread creeping up my spine. “Then why is it in mine?” “You were strong enough to hold it.” That answer It didn’t feel like praise.

His eyes held mine, and I could see the possessiveness hidden behind them. “You are mine now. Make sure you don’t forget that.” I swallowed hard. “I won’t.”

"Hey, do you still have that shirt of mine?" "I thought it was a gift?" "You already have my pendant, and unless you want everyone in the house to see me shirtless ......" A tinge of possessiveness ran through me thinking about him being eye-balled, even if it was by the few women I actually trusted, and I groaned as I stood up to fetch the article of clothing. I just got him back into my life. I don't want to share him just yet. Even if it is just visual. Senora

” He frowned slightly and I was surprised that he had actually listened to my question and given me a reasonable answer. “Well, I can’t. I won’t.” I sighed. “Can’t or won’t you accept me as your mate?” He stood upright and looked pained and I nearly swallowed my tongue watching his abs move … He really was a delicious piece of man and any girl would give her two front teeth to be with him, but I couldn’t. I was someone’s sloppy seconds! “I mean I can’t rush into anything.” I was working on a plan to get out of here. All I needed was my car and I would be well on my way, and the only reason I needed my crappy car was because all my damn belongings were in it!