Possessing Nothing Novels & Stories

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.

Her friend went on and on. Aamiya went still with her words. “ I am also in his Nikah. So even if they weren’t innocent, it wouldn't matter, but they were!” She shouted and got up, leaving her friend sitting there with her mouth agape. Aamiya hated anyone saying anything immoral about him. She knew that he never touched her with anything other than pure intentions. His touch was relaxing and loving to her. A few days later,

"I don't have anything else. This is all I have left of my home." "You don't have a home, Vespera," she said, her voice as flat as a dial tone. She held out a bundle of black silk. "From this moment until the ninety-ninth day, you own nothing. You are an asset. Remove the dress, the jewelry, and the shoes. Now."

"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?"

Tyler said. “Yeah what’s up, Tyler?” I felt him sit next to me. I stopped twirling the knife. “Have you given up yet?” He asked. “Given up on what?” “On getting out of here are going home. He said that when we found the end we could go home.” “I have never given up and I won’t start now.” “Why?” “Because I give up I have nothing.” “Having nothing is not too bad.” “Maybe for you, but if I have nothing, that means I’m just some orphan girl in a maze with kids that were dead to the rest of the world.”

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.

"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.

I ask more to myself than him. He shrugs. "I don't know. I don't want to speak for them." "You're wrong about me being strong. Without my belief I'm nothing. I have no skills, no real interests," I mutter, laying back to stare at the ceiling. Marek sits up next to me, looking down at me with a warm tenderness. "I must be so boring to have a conversation with, because what do we even talk about..." "Don't say that. You're not boring at all."

It was pitch black, soundless, and motionless. No one else would be here... they couldn't be here. It was just his conscious roaming in the nothingness. It felt odd for a place that seemed not to exist, the darkness an eternal realm devoid of any feeling with the exception of Euphoria. And then, then it shifted, the dark beauty that was immortalized mutated into a sickness. The very clean, fresh air turning thick making it unable to sustain any life form, he began to suffocate. His throat closing to the poison forcing its way down into his lungs.

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.