Possesing Nothing Novels & Stories

They approached them and asked the student. "Hello, I hear you wouldn't like to pay?" Haya asked and looked at him slyly. "Since, I still don't have any cash." he answered her "Assuming you owe money, you need to make sure you have a piece of the money." Haya shared back with the lady and headed towards her. "Gracious, I don't have any cash right now, I can't pay you." the woman said firmly. "Really, do you have any idea how we manage the people who oppose us?" Haya compromised the lady.

Samantha has confided in Eva about how she met Lexus and the circumstances that led to them being together. Initially, Eva thought Samantha was just another maid in the household. It puzzled her why Samantha always ate with Lexus, given that she primarily existed to fulfill his commands. But the truth was, Samantha had no choice but to follow his every order. Beyond that, there was no real connection between them. Lexus was a successful CEO of a prominent company, which explains his extravagant spending habits. He has accumulated wealth through his efforts, achieving great success at a young age. As Eva informed Samantha, his parents reside in a different country.

Both women sat up slightly straighter, though their patience was wearing thin. “So,” Zee continued dramatically, “today’s topic is something I find deeply personal.” She paused for effect. “Poverty and joblessness.” The girls froze, staring at her. “Yes,” Zee went on, placing a hand over her chest. “My personal definition of poverty? Simple. Me.” And just like that, she dropped the pan and sank to the floor. “Oh, Zee,” she cried to herself. “You are Korea’s poorest! Everyone else found jobs last month, but here you are—broke, unstable, and doomed!”

"No need. I still haven't used the money you put in my account every week." "Just keep it there. Just use it in case of emergency. No one is spending my money anyway. I have so much. It was overflowing." He grinned and smacked a kiss on my cheek. "You're spoiling me with a material thing." I pouted. "I want to spoil you with everything. Just ask anything, and I give it to you." I smiled and pecked his lips. "You are enough. I don't need those material things. And I pray that you'll get better completely. I won't ask anything after that."

It was cold and lacked any warmth. When she was done laughing, she looked at Nana as if she was a dumbass, her eyes twinkling with amusement before leaning close to her and said, “It’s not my fault if you’re always interested in the breadcrumbs I leave behind and—” her voice coming in a pleasant manner as if she was cracking a joke, “Bryan did belong to me until a certain someone entered the game, but don’t worry, I don’t want already used items. Since you want it so much, you can have it. I once learned somewhere that you must give out the things that you don’t need anymore.” When she ended, she stifled a yawn and turned around to leave, but before she could make two steps ahead, she felt h

Is this really it?, the end of our story?, was everything all for nothing? If it is the dead end, then what was the point of ever crossing path at the first place, what was the point of falling for you recklessly, possessively, what was the fucking point of love itself.

You’re something to every galaxy of greatness. But I’m nothing. Nothing without a stem. Nothing without the flour. Nothing without the sense of desire. Nothing but just putrid waste that you can burn on the ground with fire. Even though I could never get the answer to fix our yesterdays, todays and tomorrows, I can fix our months, centuries and millenniums. I can show you. I can prove it. I can bring down every pound so you can give me a chance to let go of the hounds.

We looked at each other. "Do you think it is deliberate," I asked, though I already knew my own answer. "Power adapts," he said carefully. "It does not disappear. It repositions." "He said he was learning to build without possession," I said. "Yes." "This does not look like building without possession," I said. "No," he agreed. "It does not."

I gripped her chin firmly, "—you'll learn to own who you are. To be the queen they fear." I stood up and circled her like a predator. "Look at me," I commanded. She obeyed. "I'm going to possess every inch of you,"I said darkly. "Not just your body, but your mind. Your heart. Your soul." Her eyes widened, part horror, part longing. "You'll hate me for it," I warned. "But you'll never be free without me." She shook her head. "No one owns me, Zayan." I smiled—a slow, dangerous curve of my lips. "That's where you're wrong, no one owns you behind our walls in front of the world but in our room in our place i owns you.."

I murmured softly, the words barely more than a breath. My fingers relaxed in my lap as I exhaled slowly. “It’s possession.” And somehow, that truth felt colder than anything else.