Possesing Nothing Novels & Stories

His hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as he leaned forward and nipped at her collarbone. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he murmured, his lips tracing a path down her neck. His hands continued their journey, exploring the soft curves of her body, his touch rough and possessive. He nipped and sucked at her skin, leaving little marks as if to claim her as his own. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "Mine, and only mine. You understand that, don't you?"

Without a word, she ran and embraced Dianna too tightly. She sobbed, "We had lost everything!" She mumbled which made Dianna stared at the broken windows and looted chairs and tables. "We will rise again, Haina." She replied with a hint of pain and revenge on her voice.

"What? I belong to no one." With a laugh, Leo leans on the table with his hands before shaking his head. "I pity women like you only chase after men like me, not looking for love but only for money. But since you didn't care too much to read, let me simplify it for you." He pauses with a smirk before speaking again. "That which you had sighed, stated that you will submit yourself to me in every way. You will cook, clean and satisfy all my needs. You must do everything I say, do anything I tell you to. You signed your life over to me, hence why I took your cellphone."

She walked towards me, and I averted my eyes from her. "What are you freak doing here in the meeting of wolves?" she said with an arrogant face, and I rolled my eyes at her. "I have every right to be here. I will get my wolf spirit on my 18th birthday," I said in a confident tone, even though I had no chance of getting my wolf spirit. She gazed at my bag, and I followed her gaze, finding out that she was looking at the necklace in my bag. I tried to hide it, but before I could do it, Bianca snatched it.

I was a man who owned everything, yet I was sitting here waiting for a ghost that wasn't coming back. ​I pulled out my phone and scrolled past the business emails and the missed calls. I opened the digital version of The Sovereign and found the latest column by L.L. Ni. ​“The most expensive things in life are the ones that can never be replaced, only mourned.” ​I finished my drink in one gulp, the burn of the bourbon matching the fire in my chest. Whoever this writer was, she understood a truth I was learning the hard way. I had traded a soul for a bet, and now I was a king of an empty, silent castle.

Dante says. " Yeah, I don't care about becoming the godmother. I want to have a life where I can be free, where I don't have to worry about tomorrow's money, where I don't have to worry about clothing and food. Do you know how it feels not having put on your table every day? It is not a nice feeling. Feels like you are not in control of your life," I say. I know he will not understand, he never knew what it felt like to have nothing.

So, it isn't surprising that the girls notice the slightly confused look on the vampire's face. It's not easy to admit, but I have to come clean. "I own nothing." I proclaim, somewhat saddened, that I don't have a single photo of my friends. The list of things I would do and give up just to have a small photo frame with the faces of my dearest people is ridiculous.

Even if I have nothing at all. Ethan suddenly said, "If I truly had nothing, would you still love me?" "That's impossible. How could you possibly have nothing? Ah, no! I mean, even if you really became penniless, I'll still love you!" Ethan stared at her for a moment before laughing. "I'm so happy hearing you say that. Once I transfer all my assets to Elara, we won't be able to live in a big villa anymore. But I still have a humble cottage in the countryside. You won't have to live on the streets with me."

There is just a vast impossible silence where she should be. Zarek exhales slowly. “Whatever they used blocks everything.” I grip the edge of the table hard enough for cracks to splinter through the crystal beneath my palm. “That should not be possible.” “No,” he agrees grimly. “It shouldn’t.” But it is.

This wasn't just a statement; it was a vow, spoken in a language that felt more intimate, more binding. His hand cupped my jaw, his thumb grazing my bottom lip, and his eyes darkened with a possessive, unwavering claim. "Personne ne t’aimera comme moi. Personne ne te protégera comme moi. Personne ne te possédera comme moi." No one will love you like I do. No one will protect you like I do. No one will possess you like I do. The word "possédera" — will possess — echoed in the silent room. It should have frightened me. Part of me was frightened. But a larger part of me felt a shocking, undeniable thrill.