Possesing Nothing Novels & Stories

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.

It isn’t a complaint, just a fact. “We have each other. The effort. The uncertainty. The…” “The poverty,” she finishes with a small, genuine smile. “Real poverty. Not the pretend kind. Not a strategy. Just lack.” “Yeah.” We sit on the sheet-covered couch. Dust rises around us as moonlight spills through the open windows. “What do we do now?” she asks. “Tomorrow. Next week. The future.” “We build. From this. From nothing, actual nothing.” “With what?” I reach into my pocket and pull out the one thing I kept: my mother’s ring. It isn’t worth much on the market, but it means everything to me.

He was still holding me from my waist to keep me steady. He licked my cock slowly through long strides. "Tell me who you belong to? Who owns you?" I didn't say anything and he continued to tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Allen, please. Who owns you?" I looked at him and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You. Sebestian. You own me." He nearly sobbed and took me back into his mouth. Bobbing his head on me, fuck I was losing it. I couldn't let him stop. I needed to spill.

Why am I even still here when I have nothing left? Before I had something and now I have nothing. Something is always better than nothing. That’s what I told myself. I’d remind myself that I was a princess and I did have privilege that many others did not have. My life might not have been what I wanted, but at least I had music, books, and something to dream about. Now I have nothing, absolutely nothing except for Nora, but I don't know if I will have her forever. How long will it take till she hates me too? How long before she sees me the way the rest of her people do?

Anything. There was nothing. I lowered my hand slowly, staring at my fingers like they belonged to someone else. The absence didn’t hit me the way it had before. It didn’t tear through me or make me gasp for air. It simply sat there, quiet and unchanging, like a truth I couldn’t argue with anymore.

I shook my head and tried to focus on work, I couldn't be having such thoughts in the office, else I'd have a bigger problem to deal with. I wonder if she knew of how much she affected me, she didn't even need to do anything, all she had to do was just be in the same room with me and I'll lose my focus withing minutes. ________________________________________ I was exhausted beyond explanation, this would be the fourth apartment Tristan and I would be checking out and I hadn't seen something to match my taste. The others were too big for someone like me, I just wanted a small place, somewhere I could feel at home.

I muttered to myself, “Lise, you can do it. You’ve seen people on TV do it. How hard can it be anyways?” Very hard, it turned out, considering I had no tools, no phone and was stuck. God only knew where. Maybe this was how I died, or worse. I sat back in the car, trying to come up with a second game plan. I could either get out on the road, try to hitch a ride and leave my car here. Or, I could stay here in the hopes that someone would realise that I was missing. I could also run in my wolf form, but we usually avoided doing that in places we were not very familiar with. I would definitely be shot.

David arched his brow, “she has no clue who you are does she?” I shook my head, “not a fucking clue, all she knows is that I own the club and just fucked the shit out of her.” Siting his drink down David laughed, “it won’t take him long to figure out who is buying her all this shit.” Leaning back in my chair I shrugged, “I don’t really care how long it takes him cause I’m not sure if I’m going to give her back or not.” David looked up at me shaking his head, “aw shit Lucas, have you found a new pet.”

but the ultimate deity is power. The one who beholds is considered a God. This puzzle of power is really addicting. You kill, you watch them beg for mercy, you betraye them and boom you have it all. Its the best think one could ever witness in this universe. I sighed as I looked for the time. It's the time. I called him. "You know it right, I have her!! " it was more like a warning. "You can't just blackmail me over her, don't forget I'm still an influential man, I can conquer you in minutes!! " the person at the other side of phone didn't sound pleased.

"You are my possesion. Whatever I want I get" His voice boomed with power and authority. I was confused. I had no qualities. I was not an American top model, I had no status or cliche I would even compare my self with with a distinct fashion designer because she wears designer clothes but he choosed to own me. Someone with baggages a person who has burdens, someone who had nothing concrete to give a man like him even though a man like him had everthing and yet he choose me.