Possesing Nothing Novels & Stories

"You think we don't know the rules? No money, no mercy. And you…You don't have *anything*." I opened my mouth to argue, but the words caught in my throat. They were right. I had nothing. No backup plan, no money, no Ryder to manipulate. My only option had been to ride this out until I could get my hands on his fortune, but now? Now I had nothing. I could feel my pulse quicken, the panic rising like bile in my throat. I had to think fast. "I'll get you the money, I swear—just—just give me a little more time. I have connections, people who owe me favors. I can—"

"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.

Whу nоt, thеrе’ѕ nоthіng mоrе I can dо tоdау. He’s рrоbаblу lосkеd mе іn. I’ve gоt no рhоnе аnd no money. There’s nоthіng lеft tо dо, еxсерt рісk up thе pieces of mу ѕhаttеrеd ego аnd mаkе a go of іt. I’m nobody’s vісtіm. Not anymore.

My brother is holding my arm tight too and walking towards me. The darkness grows bigger and larger. My vision is blurry now. I can't hear the others shouting anymore. Only the dark figures. They're surrounding me, making me smaller and smaller, until I'm completely surrounded by darkness. Darkness is engulfing every bit of me. Darkness is consuming my entire existence. I can't breathe...I can't breathe...

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

Proving what she had said to me, I move a little and place my hands onto his chest and push just a little, creating a bit of distance between us as I say, "No, no no no no, I am nothing to you..." He growls at me and tightens his arms, effectively trapping my hands and arms against his chest. This, however, just makes me struggle more as I whisper. "I am nothing. I am just a plaything to him. I mean nothing to him, I am nothing... I don't know, I am nothing, no weakness, I don't know, I am nothing."

Even the bedside tables held nothing—not a pen, not a single piece of paper. “What the hell?” she growled under her breath. She paused, ears straining for the sound of approaching footsteps. Silence. Still, she didn’t trust it. She exhaled carefully and turned to her bags. ‘Check them,’ her wolf urged. ‘Your parents might have slipped something helpful in without telling you.’ "Wishful thinking," Nuri muttered, kneeling beside her luggage. She unzipped the first bag and began tossing clothes over her shoulder. A blouse hit the lamp. A pair of jeans landed halfway on the bed. Nothing but clothes. The second bag offered more of the same.

Revan slumped against the worn leather of the abandoned office chair, the city lights outside the shattered windows casting jagged reflections across the empty floor. His once-proud empire had crumbled, his allies gone, and Celine’s departure left a raw, unhealed void. > “I… have nothing,” he muttered, voice cracking. “Nothing at all.” He kicked a stray stack of papers, sending them fluttering across the floor like defeated birds. Each sheet reminded him of promises broken, clients lost, and schemes undone.

“Care without limitation becomes possession.” The Voidborn paused. What is possession? Kael answered carefully. “It is when caring becomes control.” Then the Voidborn said softly, “I do not want control.” The balance softened slightly. But only slightly, because the intention was not enough. Understanding still needs time. The Devourer’s voice rose within everything. Control is what fear becomes when it is unchallenged. Kael looked at me again through the structure of existence. “It is learning too fast again,” he said. I felt it too.

"I don't have anything else. This is all I have left of my home." "You don't have a home, Vespera," she said, her voice as flat as a dial tone. She held out a bundle of black silk. "From this moment until the ninety-ninth day, you own nothing. You are an asset. Remove the dress, the jewelry, and the shoes. Now."