Possessing Nothing Novels & Stories

We got to the mall quickly since it’s just near the university. As she pulled me inside, I couldn’t help but look at Veronica. She’s always cheerful, only cries when she gets a low quiz score, and then she rants at me. Her parents never really get mad at her, not even when it comes to her final grades. You know, that ‘tres supremacy’ in college stuff. More than anything, she’s good at moving on from things. I wish I could be like that, too. I wish my life could be like hers… without too many worries, without having to please Papa, without feeling the pressure to excel at everything, and most of all, without having to marry someone you don’t truly know and don’t even love. I shook off those t

They run off, their laughter fading into the darkness, leaving me there, leaning against the wall, trembling all over. Silence falls, heavier, more threatening than their voices. I slowly slide down the wall, my legs no longer having strength. The stone is icy against my back. I bring my hands to my face. They are empty. They took everything. Everything. The money. My few clothes. The photo of the little girl I was. The book. I have nothing left. Nothing but the clothes I wear, now soiled by struggle and fear. I am naked. Deprived. Not even the material memory of who I was remains.

“Care without limitation becomes possession.” The Voidborn paused. What is possession? Kael answered carefully. “It is when caring becomes control.” Then the Voidborn said softly, “I do not want control.” The balance softened slightly. But only slightly, because the intention was not enough. Understanding still needs time. The Devourer’s voice rose within everything. Control is what fear becomes when it is unchallenged. Kael looked at me again through the structure of existence. “It is learning too fast again,” he said. I felt it too.

Brie yells. I stop in my tracks. "That word again. There is no such thing, like I told Adele before, it is just something you jealous bitches say, just because someone has it better than you. And even if someone did you dirty, it's just life. If there were such a thing as 'karma', then Elon Musk wouldn't be rich. And I'm sure as hell that so many other people wouldn't be in such top position either, because they fucked over so many people to get there."

But their meaning was. I’m telling you this not to ask for sympathy, but because you can’t understand what comes next without knowing this was the beginning: I started with “nothing.” What no one saw—what their tests couldn’t touch—is that my version of nothing still had weight. It wasn’t an absence. It was a presence, just not one they knew how to measure. They kept looking for a channel. What I had was a reservoir.

They approached them and asked the student. "Hello, I hear you wouldn't like to pay?" Haya asked and looked at him slyly. "Since, I still don't have any cash." he answered her "Assuming you owe money, you need to make sure you have a piece of the money." Haya shared back with the lady and headed towards her. "Gracious, I don't have any cash right now, I can't pay you." the woman said firmly. "Really, do you have any idea how we manage the people who oppose us?" Haya compromised the lady.

Rosa and Willa entered the hall and casually sat on the sofa. "Do you have business with me?" Avery asked indifferently. Rosa raised her chin, looking like she was about to denounce Avery, "Avery, your father's assets have all been confiscated and the house and cars have all been auctioned off, my private bank account has also been frozen. Now that Willa and I are homeless, you can buy us a house. It doesn't have to be too big, it's fine as long as it has three bedrooms and one living room. You can also give us two million for living expenses, but of course, this is only temporary.”

“ Hey there! Do you mind lending me some money” She had no choice but to let go of the blanket, now sitting upright, she could see the gun pointed at her but this time around, Elena was determined not to give away all her savings to these thug. “ Sorry sir but I have no money on me ” “ Do you mind if I take a look?” He ask coming closer to her.

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.

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.