Possesing Nothing Novels & Stories

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.

"You possess no land, no military force, and no status. What exactly do you have to offer an Alpha of my standing?" His words are harsh, stripping away my pride, but they are the undeniable truth. I am poor, powerless, and marked by the shame of my pack. "I have nothing..." I trail off, my voice dropping to a whisper as my eyes fall to my lap. "I have nothing with me... except myself." The words hang in the narrow space of the carriage, thick and heavy.

I attacked The Nothing. My sword entered its darkness. Nothing happened. I attacked again. Still nothing. The End grabbed my shoulder. You're wasting your power. Then tell me what to do! You cannot fight emptiness with force. Then what can I fight it with? The End looked at my son. Meaning. I froze. What? The Nothing is emptiness. It can consume anything that exists. But it cannot consume what has meaning. I looked at my son. Then we give him meaning. I turned toward my family.

“I didn’t think I’d ever be the one saying that either.” I leaned back slightly, crossing my arms as I continued to stare at him. “What changed?” I asked. He exhaled slowly. “Losing everything,” he said. “It has a way of stripping you down to nothing. No status, no money, no distractions… just you and your mistakes.” His grip on the wheel tightened slightly. “And when you’re left with nothing but yourself,” he continued, “you either face the truth… or you break completely.” I was quiet for a moment.

nothing to measure it against. “This is outside everything we know,” he said. Finally. Low. Controlled. because saying anything more would mean assuming. and here. assumptions didn’t hold. Something shifted. not around us. through us. my breath caught. because I felt it. not touch. not presence. something passing through my existence. Zayden stiffened. Instant. because he felt it too. “What was that?” he asked. Sharp. because that wasn’t nothing. “It didn’t feel like anything,” I said.

I looked around to make sure everything was in place because if I was being beaten for shifting a table out of place. I started to think of what I could maybe sell from my possession. There had to be something. But then it hit me. I had nothing to sell. My things were worthless. My clothes were thin, worn. I had nothing. No money. Nothing worth selling. Even if I wanted to fix it, buy another vase, it was impossible. I was dead broke. So broke I couldn’t even pretend to have a choice. The woman before me sat with me a little longer, trying to calm me down, but her face was pale too. She knew.

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

a small voice in my head whispered but I silenced its voice right away. She nodded, her gaze softening, almost like she understands. My jaw clenched, the urge to break down everything in the room pressing over my skull; she understands shit, she has her little family, she has her kids, she has everything. I have nothing. I almost had something, but that too was taken away from me way too early; just like everything else.

“It’s normal to feel that way… as long as you don’t put Ryan on a pedestal. Because they’re both ugly people. Both of them.” I let his words settle as I poured myself another glass of wine. Then I turned to him, narrowing my eyes. “Do you know her? Do you know Ryan? You speak like you know them very well.” He only shrugged, gave a faint smile, and took a sip of his whiskey, silent and unreadable. I didn’t press. “So anyway,” I said, more to the air than to him, “that’s me now. I have nothing. That’s what I just found out. I own nothing in my name. Nothing... Not money, not wealth, not a family... not love....”

Why is it me? Apparently his name is JayPark, who stands out from the crowd and gets what he wants but I can't give him my first! but his strength is very strong, only one hand can hold hands above the top of my head, his feet are between the inside my awl I press hard there. I panicked and opened my eyes to look at him as if begging!