Possessing Nothing Novels & Stories

“What do you want? Do you want me to call David to come to get you?” She shook her head no, “I want to stay with you.” Her head was down and I could barely hear her as she spoke. “I didn’t mean to insult you, it’s just that you are on a different level than me. You have so much going on for you. Everyone knows who you are and they respect you. Me, I have nothing to offer you.”

Revan slumped against the worn leather of the abandoned office chair, the city lights outside the shattered windows casting jagged reflections across the empty floor. His once-proud empire had crumbled, his allies gone, and Celine’s departure left a raw, unhealed void. > “I… have nothing,” he muttered, voice cracking. “Nothing at all.” He kicked a stray stack of papers, sending them fluttering across the floor like defeated birds. Each sheet reminded him of promises broken, clients lost, and schemes undone.

MY WHOLE LIFE—whenever I think that things couldn't go worse—life yells surprise and the next second everything goes downhill. The ball, the phone, Alessio, haven't left my mind along with his words, I will give you what you want. I am not having trouble believing Alessio but I'm having trouble thinking about what I want.

It was cold and lacked any warmth. When she was done laughing, she looked at Nana as if she was a dumbass, her eyes twinkling with amusement before leaning close to her and said, “It’s not my fault if you’re always interested in the breadcrumbs I leave behind and—” her voice coming in a pleasant manner as if she was cracking a joke, “Bryan did belong to me until a certain someone entered the game, but don’t worry, I don’t want already used items. Since you want it so much, you can have it. I once learned somewhere that you must give out the things that you don’t need anymore.” When she ended, she stifled a yawn and turned around to leave, but before she could make two steps ahead, she felt h

How dare he treat me like I'm his property? "You're doing that thing again." He said. "What thing?" I asked. "The thing where you try to tell yourself to hate me because you think I don't own you." "It's because you don't." He laughed at that. No humor in his voice though. I did hate him. "Really? So you hate me?" "No, I'm indifferent about you. And I have pressing matters I need to deal with. I'm the leader of my Pack. I don't have the luxury to sit around and fuck random people all day."

I want to have a nice simple life like normal people and I don’t mind if we don’t have anything in our house. I don’t mind if we only have one bed and sheets covering us at night. I don’t mind if I spend the rest of my life with nothing, rather than have everything but sleep in fear every single time I close my eyes. And the point is if I have Lena with me, everything will be perfect, even though if we have nothing in our house, even though if we struggle at night and wondering about what food that we should have the next morning, I would never mind that.

If you keep this up and embarrass me in front of all these people, don't blame me for turning ruthless. In my previous life, this was exactly the move he used to drive my parents to their deaths. But this time, he had no say in the matter. "Victor, are you stupid or what?" I retorted scathingly. "A man who owns nothing and owes over a billion dollars has no right to talk about the final say. You aren't in a position to threaten anyone."

Even if I have nothing at all. Ethan suddenly said, "If I truly had nothing, would you still love me?" "That's impossible. How could you possibly have nothing? Ah, no! I mean, even if you really became penniless, I'll still love you!" Ethan stared at her for a moment before laughing. "I'm so happy hearing you say that. Once I transfer all my assets to Elara, we won't be able to live in a big villa anymore. But I still have a humble cottage in the countryside. You won't have to live on the streets with me."

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

I gripped her chin firmly, "—you'll learn to own who you are. To be the queen they fear." I stood up and circled her like a predator. "Look at me," I commanded. She obeyed. "I'm going to possess every inch of you,"I said darkly. "Not just your body, but your mind. Your heart. Your soul." Her eyes widened, part horror, part longing. "You'll hate me for it," I warned. "But you'll never be free without me." She shook her head. "No one owns me, Zayan." I smiled—a slow, dangerous curve of my lips. "That's where you're wrong, no one owns you behind our walls in front of the world but in our room in our place i owns you.."