Possessive Books Novels & Stories

Her thoughts were scattered but heavy. Her eyes wandered around the room. Everything still felt new and unfamiliar. Her gaze drifted to a tall shelf in one corner. Curiosity drew her in. She stood slowly and walked over to it. Each shelf had pictures of Alexander dressed sharply. Always composed. There were some with him holding awards, as well as pictures of him exchanging handshakes with equally sharply dressed men. And then, Her eyes fell on a small photo album. Gabriella hesitated for a moment before picking it up.

I swallowed, “In a way.” “Why?” “We already have so much happening here,” I responded, being truthful about my reason for the first time, “I don’t want to put Lisa in danger’s way. The first rule of war is to grab the Luna. I can’t let anything happen to Lisa.” “You have got it all wrong,” he chuckled dryly, “The Luna makes the pack stronger, she brings power to the pack. Luna’s are connected to the energy of the moon, and once she and the Alpha are together, the pack only grows stronger.”

Love's Hollow, New York is where magic happens. Under the influence of the evil witch, This small town seems like a good place to find a solution. Werewolves and various magical creatures live here. I didn't know such a beauty existed. Until two werewolves caught my eye at a local bar.These Alphas are muscular and dominant. But they are also territorial and possessive. And everyone wants to be their soulmate.

"Hey, I'm talking t—" "Where are my books?" I hissed, spinning on him and closing the distance between us. He took an instinctive step back, his eyes widening in fear. "W—what books?" he stammered. Pathetic. "The books I left here," I said slowly, extending my arm toward the empty table, my jaw tightening. "Give them to me." He swallowed hard. "They're... they're property of the Pack." My patience was wearing thin. "I won't repeat myself," I snapped. "Hand them over and step the fuck out."

The only thing I like about Gray’s office is that it’s filled with books. Big, thick books bound in leather, with gilt-edged pages, texts on war and military theory, encyclopedic tomes on world history, classic literature, poetry. But it’s not a library collected after a lifetime of reading. It is a library that has been purchased for show - Drew’s idea of which books should line the shelves of a military man’s office. He has a similar collection in his own office. Most of the books have never even been opened, eyes have never rested on their words, fingers have never caressed their pages. They are as untouched and virginal as nuns.

I picked up the book that was beside it, The Sunshine Is In Your Smile, the third book in the series. They were in my hands, brand new. “Please tell me you bought them for me? Like you actually bought them from me, not that you plan on having me borrow them from the library.” I turned to Dante, pressing the books to my chest, and I stared at him with so much hope that if he chose the latter, I would breakdown into tears. I really wanted these books. I really wanted to own them. There was this euphoria feeling that came when a person was the actual owner of a book and it wasn’t just lent. I wanted that feeling.

His words were so resolute that I couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking my head at his fiery determination. “I’m sure they will,” I said reassuringly, my voice steady as I gestured toward the table laden with rare and ancient books. Their very presence seemed to hum with untold stories waiting to be claimed. “After all, these books aren’t just ordinary—they’re treasures. Anyone who comes can take one home and own it forever.” Margaret’s lips quirked into a wry smile, but instead of addressing the topic at hand, she leaned forward, her eyes glinting mischievously. “Speaking of ownership, does someone own you for life?” she asked, her voice dripping with playful curiosity.

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“I know.” Nuri exhaled as she pulled onto the road. “But I still feel awful.” ‘That’s normal. But we’ve got eight weeks to tackle that mountain of books,’ Tempest said, her focus sharpening. ‘He wasn’t kidding when he said this wouldn’t be easy.’ “Difficult,” Nuri muttered as she parked in front of the house and eyed the tower of books in the passenger seat, “but advantageous?” ‘Exactly.’ She laughed. “You really went with advantageous, huh?”

I gathered the courage to speak. His lips curled into a wicked smile as if he derived pleasure from seeing me tense. “Since you say I don't own you. You think you can just leave? You think you can walk out of my life and I’ll let you? You’re mine, Lillian. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” “I am not your possession.” I spoke gently, my body already giving in to his grip. I used all of my strength to press his chest, but it didn't move him. Instead, his grip tightened on my waist. My body became immovable.