Possesing Nothing Novels & Stories

Rosa and Willa entered the hall and casually sat on the sofa. "Do you have business with me?" Avery asked indifferently. Rosa raised her chin, looking like she was about to denounce Avery, "Avery, your father's assets have all been confiscated and the house and cars have all been auctioned off, my private bank account has also been frozen. Now that Willa and I are homeless, you can buy us a house. It doesn't have to be too big, it's fine as long as it has three bedrooms and one living room. You can also give us two million for living expenses, but of course, this is only temporary.”

If we did not keep things under control, Liam might make a huge mess of that apartment in his wild state. I let out a big sigh of relief and started planning my next business move. After being quiet for so long, the system beeped at me again. [There's something wrong with the guy from the last mission.] Annoyed, I put down my papers and said sharply: "Disconnect me from this system now!"

My breathing is ragged,pissed off that he stopped. “You can’t fully claim me as yours” “You act as if that’s gonna stop me.I think you underestimate just how far I’ll go to prove that you’re mine now.” I just wanted him to continue so I gave in. “I’m…yours”. “Damn right.Mine.Now and always Tiana.” The way he says it feels less like possession and more like a vow.

She couldn’t drag her into her mess. She looked at the time. It was already 8:30 AM. She needed to get to work. Her chest twisted into a tight knot. If Kingston Enterprises went under, she wouldn’t just lose her job. She would lose everything. Her heart sank. Everything was slipping away. Her job, her home, her stability. And she had nothing to hold on to. Nothing, except… ‘Marry me,’ The words slipped back into her mind without warning. No. Absolutely not.

They run off, their laughter fading into the darkness, leaving me there, leaning against the wall, trembling all over. Silence falls, heavier, more threatening than their voices. I slowly slide down the wall, my legs no longer having strength. The stone is icy against my back. I bring my hands to my face. They are empty. They took everything. Everything. The money. My few clothes. The photo of the little girl I was. The book. I have nothing left. Nothing but the clothes I wear, now soiled by struggle and fear. I am naked. Deprived. Not even the material memory of who I was remains.

He believes he can intimidate us into submitting. However, what exactly does he mean when he says, "something that belongs to him"? Isabella scowled as she asked. Vincent, who sat silent in the corner, spoke up. That could be anything. Callahan can make something out of nothing. He could be referring to people, money, or information. He has always had an obsession with possessions. As the weight of Vincent's words began to sink in, the room fell silent. Mateo, who sat on the floor and preoccupied himself with his toys, garnered everyone's attention.

His hand fell from hers and he stared at the mark on her neck with a mix of several overwhelming emotions. She tried to read him, the clenching of his fists by his side, the intensity with which he stared at the downturned crescent moon mark on her neck. A mark all Omegas are born with, a downturned crescent moon. It is a symbol too, of their position in the wolf chain, they are the lowest of the lowest, and they live and are treated as such. Servants.

Chapter One Hundred Sixteen Assistant Kim's question made Bella's mind freeze instantly. She looked up and asked, "What do you mean?" "Possessiveness is something inherent in every person and every living creature. Even the smallest things, like keeping one's belongings, stem from possessiveness. The concept itself is simple, but when it reaches an extreme, higher and higher, there’s no way to escape or control it. The man you are trying to avoid and run away from, I’m afraid..."

Something told me I wasn’t going to be able to shake this woman too easily. “So, this is your place huh?” She sighed, following me into my bare studio apartment. “Don’t have much do ya?” Her words made me feel somewhat embarrassed that I had next to nothing to my name. I had learned eons ago that even material possessions don’t last through the ages. Now I only carried the necessities to pass as mortal. A few clothes and a small bag to store them and any blood bags I could steal in were my sole possessions. I rented a mattress and bedding from whatever place was available in each place I stopped if I was going to be around long enough to justify an apartment.

Criticism of his vocabulary was his weak spot, it seemed. I sat back down. “People, eh? Can’t live with them, can’t get transported to a fantasy world to get away from them. More wine please.” Kungen shook his head at me, too depressed to even say thanks for getting rid of the brute. I guess that’s what it’s like when you have everything and lose it. Crushing. Which is why my way is so much better. When you have nothing, it doesn’t hurt at all when someone threatens to take it from you.