It's In My Possession Novels & Stories

I accompany this with a raised brow The way he stiffens at my response gives out that he didn't expect this from me. "Shit," he curses under his breath, then fills up the gap between us, with his body. "You're mine," Calhoun's voice is possessive. This is undeniably hot but I can't give him the satisfaction that I am affected by his words. "I am not an item that you can own, I am a person. Your wife's daughter." I pin on this.

"But you're safe now. I promise. I'll always protect you. You're mine, Emma. You've always been mine." Mine. The word had sent a chill through me. Not "you're with me" or "we're together." But mine. Like I was a possession. Something owned. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window. My breath fogged it up. Things weren't adding up. They hadn't been adding up for a while now. But the medication made it hard to focus. Hard to connect the dots. Every time I tried to think too hard, my head would start pounding and everything would go fuzzy.

I would’ve given him a fair chance as well if he didn’t destroy everything by cocooning and trapping me in his web lies. “Carla…” he started again but I didn’t let him continue. “Just let me go. I think it is better for the both of us.” I said, wanting to be free of it all. “I won’t let you go! Not now, not ever!” He almost growled as he pulled me closer, facing me to arch my back. “Aeden please.” “No Carla. I married you. You are mine. One thing you should know about me, I’m extremely possessive of what’s mine and I don’t ever let it go.” He declared and turned me around and pulled my face closer and kissed me.

With the way things were going, I wouldn't be surprised if a guard back home was the inside rat that was hinting 'the ghost' on all our next moves. The flash drive in that safe was very important to me. I normally checked on it to make sure it was safe. As long as it remained in that safe then I felt relieved. I logged into the security camera from my computer and what I saw got my eyes widened. No fucking way!

He said, “Hello, I’m Sergeant Major Trivor Waltman, Nice to meet you, Ma’am!” “Dianna Sy. Nice meeting you, Sir.” “Honestly speaking, this is not a minor robbery case,” he paused and looked around. “Have you checked what was missing?” Dianna sighed and shook her head in disagreement. She called Haina and asked her to tell the officer all the things that were missing. “She knows what’s missing, officer.” Dianna coldly said. “I… I’m not hundred percent sure but based on my findings, numerous things were missing,” Haina gulped for a moment. “The shop’s gold lucky charm, cash, and even the jar of donation for the orphanage.”

The driver was holding the door open and waiting for Elsa to hop in. “What? I... I.. mean, I’ll head towards the hospital and there are cabs available, so thank you for the offering.” This is called a polite rejection. “Don’t worry, I would never bother if you and I were not going on the same way. Have you not heard what I said to my sister-in-law? I have a meeting with the trustee. It’s just I included you. If I don’t, then she’ll not stop her nagging. And I don’t have time for coffee and any kind of play,” Max spoke as a king with temperament and portrayed Olivia like nobody. Her words don’t carry any value and she was owned by this king.

"Don't let me go. Don't let her... don't let her take me." "I have you," Dante groaned, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes wide and burning with a possessive fire. "I have you so deep that not even death can find the seam. You are my poisonous possession, Ivy. And I am the only one who gets to consume you."

The smile is yet to disappear. This smile is provoking me. “So you’ll let me wear the dress?” The smile dries up. “No.” “You see? You are doing it again.” “Blue, I don’t know how such a dress got into that wardrobe of yours, but you are not putting that on.” That wardrobe of yours… That wardrobe of yours… “It’s mine.” I whisper in realization. “No. its mine.” I roll my eyes at this possessive man, that does very little to hide how possessive he can be.

” Get the lady in the backseat out and put her in the guestroom on the second floor “, he instructed while loosening the noose of his tie and making his way to the large door of his villa. Bianca yawns, rubbing her eyes repeatedly till she woke up,” it’s so soft and comfy here” she said while immersing herself deeper into the soft feather pillows.” You’re finally up miss”, a housekeeper said as she entered the room with a glass of water and medication.”Where am I ?”Bianca asks .” This is Mr.Damian Rivers’ villa”, the housekeeper replied.”Who’s that?”Bianca asked. The housekeeper looked at her with a surprised expression on her face, then she replied,” He is the Manager of the Windcracker gro

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you that I can't please you in everything. So, I will make the decision. You will stay here until I say so. Feel comfortable, you can do anything you wish, short of leaving and since I know you haven't forgotten how to fire a gun. I'll hide all of them in case you want to use them to escape." "You don't own me." "Yes I am. As I told you in the past, I will feel your guilt and remorse, because I own you and I answer for you in good and bad. Besides, you are my wife, Sofia. You have been for years." "I was." "What was, never ceases to be. Less so, when everything will get back on course sooner or later, Sofia." "You trust you a lot," I reply, crossing my arms.