Possesing Nothing Novels & Stories

I can't wait for that arrogant Henry to get down on his knees and beg for his beloved. “Dear, you probably don't know that our businesses are about to collapse. I can't handle it if we lose everything. What will our acquaintances and relatives say when we suffer.” My father pleaded. I didn't know that they had failed. I was only thinking about my beloved collections of body luxuries to compete with my fellow models that I am famous. But they were even more famous than me. “Don't worry Papa. I will find a way. I will not allow it to happen.” I said, but not sure how.

Filling and grabbing another glass of liquor from the table, he took a sip from it but without taking his eyes away from that person sitting on his bed who had not even mistakenly looked in his direction for once. "Actually I have bought something, so.." his eyes wandered all over her naked frame. "I am checking my possession on it," his words made her hug her knees more tightly because they crushed her soul cruelly. She was his possession now. He had bought her like a thing and now that was the ultimate truth of her life that he was her sole possessor. "So I won't be able to return home tonight as I need to do some more deep and thorough checks on my possession," he uttered, sniggering sile

Yet, Gavin's voice still rang out from its speakers. "Nonsense! That's clearly nonsense! Didn't you tell our business partners that those are only baseless rumors?" Harvey bellowed while on all fours, hoping to find a shred of hope to ease his misery. "I did say that, Mr. Jepson. However, our business partners received a document with solid proof that you don't have power of attorney over Sallow Group. That's why I was unable to do anything." I was surprised to hear a helpless but firm tone from the phone. It seemed Gavin had already given up and was letting things fall apart.

The key was still in my fist, now pinned between my own body and the mattress, a hidden shard of betrayal. “Look at me,” he commanded, and I did. I saw the possessiveness, the fear, the desperate need to be my entire world. “You’re mine. Nothing else exists.” He thrust inside. I arched off the bed, a sharp cry torn from my throat. He was so hard, so full, stretching me exquisitely. He didn’t move at first, just let me feel the complete, overwhelming fullness of him. The key dug into my palm.

Jessie didn’t know what was really between them, but from the way Alex looked at Lillian, that cool, possessive, focused look, she could tell it wasn’t just business anymore. Jessie could still picture Lillian standing beside him like she’d always belonged there. The outfit, the gold earrings, and the soft curls of her hair It was all about luxury. And Jessie? She looked down at her faded jeans and worn-out T-shirt. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was the realisation that no matter how hard she tried, she’d always be the one barely getting by. A few months ago, Lillian was planning to come squat in her little crib after selling the house. Now Lillian has everything.

He rested his elbows lightly on the table and leaned in, voice low. “My father… before he died, the old sob entrusted everything—and I mean everything to my conniving stepmother.” I frowned. “Your stepmother?” “Yes. And her son. Legally, they hold controlling rights to Blackwood Holdings. But his will included a clause, a hidden provision they weren’t expecting.” “What kind of clause?” His pale eyes locked onto mine. “That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.”

"You say you did nothing, but in this picture, one of you is shirtless, and the other is in nothing but his underwear. Is this what 'nothing' looks like?" "Where did you get this?" Lucas instantly panicked. "No, no, it's not what you think! I was making soup, and I was sweating a lot. Cassandra told me to take off my shirt to cool down—she said her air conditioning was broken." Zachary hurried to add, "Yes, exactly! She spilled soup all over my pants. They were soaked, so I couldn't wear them. She told me to take them off so she could wash them, but—"

"Aceli, where are you—" Pandora froze, observing every corner of the room, which had a dark aura. There was nothing in this place that could be considered valuable. Kingston's room seemed empty and hollow. The walls were pitch black, as was the large bed. Kingston had no statues, pictures, or anything else that might beautify the stark emptiness. It was very strange that the man had forbidden her to enter. Pandora couldn't even steal anything. "Why did you come into my room?"

I meant nothing to him other than a sick way of his for money. I... I have no one in life. And I mean nothing... I mean nothing to anyone. Nothing! The word keeps ringing in my ears as I am profusely sweating, and my hands are still shaking. I am nothing to him. Nothing.. My eyes fall to the basin space as I knock everything on it on the floor. My body is still shaking as my eyes can't stop from shedding tears... My eyes fall on the floor, where everything is scattered that are on the basin space.

They have just snubbed out my chance of a new anything; the theft of all that I had, my plans, what I could squirrel away, gone. It’s one thing to start over when you have something behind you to enable a future, it’s another thing entirely to start over with absolutely nothing except a pot to piss in when you’re completely broke and all you had just got stolen by some arsehole looking to fuel his drug habit. I’m screwed. I literally have nothing anymore.