Possessing Nothing Novels & Stories

"Tell me what you remember. Tell me what you know. Tell me everything. No detail is too small. No memory is too vague. No knowledge is too uncertain. Tell me everything. I must understand what we face. Must comprehend what approaches. Must know what we fight. Tell me. Please. Everything you know. Everything you remember. Everything you can share." The ancients were silent for a long moment. Thinking. Remembering. Reaching back through billions of years of memory. Finally, the eldest spoke. "The Original Nothing is not a being. Not an entity. Not a consciousness. The Original Nothing is absence. Pure absence. Absolute absence. Total absence. It is the absence of everything. The absence of exi

Each extravagance we appreciate in this world has a substitution. You can prevail with regards to nothing in case you're languid. You can't find everything in case you're lethargic. You can't have the cash for each costly brand in case you're static. You can accomplish nothing on the off chance that you keep on communicating your dormant mentality. You have no spot to go all through your daily existence in the event that you lie on one side and simply sit in front of the TV, feeling terrible and moronic. You can't procure triumph if you rely upon others.

Marissa pointed. I shook my head as I let out a groan. She didn’t understand and maybe it wasn’t her fault. She was looking at it from a place of privilege where she had the backing and connections to start over as many times as she wanted but myself on the other hand, there was nothing for me in this world. “I don’t think you quite get it, Marissa. I own nothing, not a dime, not even the clothes on my body are mine. I have nothing except my name and even at that, it’s worthless.”

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.

I looked around to make sure everything was in place because if I was being beaten for shifting a table out of place. I started to think of what I could maybe sell from my possession. There had to be something. But then it hit me. I had nothing to sell. My things were worthless. My clothes were thin, worn. I had nothing. No money. Nothing worth selling. Even if I wanted to fix it, buy another vase, it was impossible. I was dead broke. So broke I couldn’t even pretend to have a choice. The woman before me sat with me a little longer, trying to calm me down, but her face was pale too. She knew.

The things I could still call mine… Because legally I owned nothing. Not the house. Not the company, or even a little part of it like I always thought. Not the accounts. Nothing. He had taken everything. Planned it. Executed it. And left me with… Nothing. My hand moved to my stomach again. I paused. Then exhaled slowly.

"Of course I am too possessive of people who I consider are mine. So don't even think of changing." ....... [Jacqueline's POV] I know how it feels to never be good enough for someone. How it feels when the people we love don't love us back. Or how it feels when they don't even recognize us. why wouldn't I know? I am A girl who fights her insecurities every day. Who knew better than me, possession is nothing but a feeling of insecurity we develop to deal with our extrinsic circumstances. To fake our insecurities in a wrapped-up great word. But who am I to give someone fake hope.

the name itself holds the power to do wonders. He has everything in people's eyes. He could buy anything and everything in this world with the money he has. He could be named the happiest most person on this planet by people cause he has everything ! Isn't it ? Well maybe not ! The person who has everything, every possible materialistic thing in this world lacks one thing- and that is 'Freedom to Happiness'. The moment it seems like he could get anywhere near to happiness.... he is strangled back. Pulled into that darkness which hasn't be any dear to him. Years into that and it still seems terrifying.

Thorne said, "That depends on whether you had the ability to break free from control." Nora was slightly taken aback, "I could end this conversation at any time. Even if you were to beg me, there's no guarantee you would see me." Thorne said, "You overestimate yourself. Just because you have control over trillions of assets doesn't make you the owner of those trillions. After all, those trillions of assets were not accumulated by you, so besides being buried under the stench of copper, you lack the aura of someone with inherent abilities."

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.