It's In My Possession Novels & Stories

Eiji started to feel all fuzzy but he still feels embarrassed that they are kissing in the living room. "No matter where we do it here doesn't matter. No one will come here anyway, I own this apartment and no one else knows about this place except my secretary who is in the hotel. So don't worry and focus on me, I will make you feel good that you won't think about anything else." Hiroshi reminded Eiji about the fact that he owns that place and that no one would bother them. He started to remove Eiji's clothes one by one as he kisses every part of Eiji's body.

Snickering, I looked him straight in the eyes, “And I will say it again even though you think otherwise, I am not yours. I’m not a possession or property that you think that you can just come from nowhere to claim and take away.” “Well too bad you think like that I’m not going to continue this argument with you.” He waved his hand dismissively at me before taking slow steps toward me. “Bringing us to the reason why you are here, if I’m not wrong, you already know just from seeing me.”

"Yes, curse, rant, hate. None of it changes that yer mine, lil wench. A perfect piece for me to fill. I own you, Little Raven." "And this." He planted hard into me to emphasize what he was telling me he possessed.

“I don’t do childish labels but I’ll be your man.” As his lips connected with my neck I closed my eyes smiling. “My protector.” He leaned up moving his arm around me as he moved in front of me. “I will always protect you, Taylor. You belong to me.” I laughed. “You make me sound like some kind of possession.” Lucas shrugged, “you are, you’re mine.”

Calla's breath hitched, and instinctively, she moved backwards. "One thing you seem to be forgetting is that I paid for you," he started. His steps were not rushed, he took his sweet time to torture her with the suspense. "That means, I own every fucking thing about you. Your body—literally and figuratively—your time, your breath, your mind. Every damn part of you that moves or thinks, it’s mine,” he declared, finally catching up to her. "At least for a year." Her lips fell apart, her feet still unconsciously moving back. "I just..." she trailed off.

I took the clothes I spread neatly on the bed and started wearing them. It was a blue bodycon dress that fitted tightly on my skin and I took the fluffy white jacket along with me as I pulled my luggage with me. I closed the door and started going down the stairs. A man in uniform approached me. "Are you Miss Jackson?" He asked in an Italian accent. " Yes, I am," I said still struggling with my luggage. " Okay." He said and collected my luggage and went down the stairs. I followed him immediately and we got out of the building.

A dry laugh slipped from my lips and I rolled my eyes, then brushed the hair strands from my face. "Point of correction."I raised my hands to quote the words,"It used to be,but not anymore.It means that someone else owns what used to be your possession."I paused and smiled. "And that person is me!And there's no way I'm going to let it go!"The smile on my lips only broadened.

It's our money. I shook my head and put the bags down as soon as possible. -It is not yours. I don't... I don't have anything to do with this. "Yes, what do you have to see?" Everything will become yours as soon as you assume. I am showing you this because it will be what will be in your charge, you will be the one who controls that everything is in its place and as soon as there is an error... - raises a bag that can be seen a different color from the others - you execute to the mistake

I went inside and closed the door. I have almost a minute before somebody comes in. Because I'm sure there must be cameras here or some sort of alarm system. My instincts told me to search his drawers. Without opening the lights, I flicked my torch on and went over to his drawers. I carefully opened them and searched for the file. Please be here! Please be here! I was so relieved when I actually found it. A red file with Valtor Vencarlo written over it. I quickly took it out and exited the office.

With her name on it. I picked up my phone. I messaged Caelum: "I read it." All of it. I need to meet with you—not about the bond, not about anything personal. About the territorial claim and the correction record and what the next steps are. Tomorrow, if you are still in Velmoor. He responded in under a minute. Still here. Tomorrow. Wherever you choose. I set the phone down. I looked at the succulent on the windowsill. "It turns out I own something," I said. "I think I always did." I went to bed. I did not dream.