Possessing Nothing Novels & Stories

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?

Though I still had that hope in my heart. I thought that if I owned nothing, had nothing, was nothing, I would have nothing left to lose, and I wouldn't be scared anymore. Because my whole life I’ve been so damn scared. Scared to live because I was scared to die. But at the same I was so scared of living, so I wanted to die. Or maybe so scared of dying that I refused to live. You don't have to be afraid to fall, when you're already on the ground. You don't have to be scared to lose someone, when there's no one around to lose.

If we did not keep things under control, Liam might make a huge mess of that apartment in his wild state. I let out a big sigh of relief and started planning my next business move. After being quiet for so long, the system beeped at me again. [There's something wrong with the guy from the last mission.] Annoyed, I put down my papers and said sharply: "Disconnect me from this system now!"

Both women sat up slightly straighter, though their patience was wearing thin. “So,” Zee continued dramatically, “today’s topic is something I find deeply personal.” She paused for effect. “Poverty and joblessness.” The girls froze, staring at her. “Yes,” Zee went on, placing a hand over her chest. “My personal definition of poverty? Simple. Me.” And just like that, she dropped the pan and sank to the floor. “Oh, Zee,” she cried to herself. “You are Korea’s poorest! Everyone else found jobs last month, but here you are—broke, unstable, and doomed!”

Nothing felt real. My hands curled into fists against the sheets as the weight of it all settled in my bones. I had nothing. Not a single thing to my name. No clothes, no shoes, nothing. I had walked out of that house with exactly what I had brought into it. Everything I had—the life I lived, the things I owned—were all his. And he had ended me in the coldest, most heartless way imaginable. I let out a shaky breath, my voice barely above a whisper. “I really thought we had something.” My voice broke. “How could I be so stupid?”

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.”

My brother is holding my arm tight too and walking towards me. The darkness grows bigger and larger. My vision is blurry now. I can't hear the others shouting anymore. Only the dark figures. They're surrounding me, making me smaller and smaller, until I'm completely surrounded by darkness. Darkness is engulfing every bit of me. Darkness is consuming my entire existence. I can't breathe...I can't breathe...

The man I trusted, my so-called best friend, my own family, every corner of my life is poisoned by lies. I whispered to the empty room, barely audible, “I have nothing. Absolutely nothing… and for what?” My lungs burned as I screamed silently to the universe, but there was no one to hear. Every memory, every smile, every promise of love shattered. My home, my sanctuary, even my own name, now weaponized against me. And as the night stretched, cold and merciless around me, I realized the truth. I had nothing. I just wanted to forget about everything…. I looked up and my gaze met a bar I had always called unclassy and empty.

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.

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.