Precious Owner Novels & Stories

Gabi Ariola worked in an old cinema that seen bygone years. The queerest thing about this cinema was a display of a wedding gown. It was encased in glass for all to see. The town people and visitors alike often wondered the story behind the wedding gown. The owner of the cinema, Julian Mariano is a queer old man who has an eccentricity that few people understand except for his only beloved nephew Rafa Mariano. The odd owner constantly visited the cinema to watch reruns of “An affair to Remember” every third of July. Gabi soon learns the truth about the wedding gown when she accidentally snoops around and fitted the dress. She realized that it will bring her to the past when the bride disappears. In 1891, she was rescued by Rafael Marquez. She realized that her only ticket back to the present was to find the owner of the Wedding Gown. She also learns that love was timeless and she was bound to choose between the past or the present.

A stolen memory. A ruthless God. A handsome enemy, who swore to never love. Something precious, vanished.... Launched into a world she never expected to be a part of. Can the world be saved? Or will it sink into chaos, lost like a boat in the ocean...

"Spread your legs, little omega slut," he said to me. "I am sorry, there are rules here, sir. We do not sleep with customers here." "Who made those rules?" he asked, whirling the wine in his glass. "The owner of this place," I replied, irritated by all the unnecessary questions. "Who is the owner of this place?" "Mr. Killian Cabello." I replied tersely. This man was arrogant and wanted to defile the rules to show me he could do whatever he wanted. He took out a card from his pocket and handed it to me. "I usually do not give out my card to the likes of you but look at it." I looked at the card and saw his name written boldly on it. He was the owner of this place. He made those rules and is willing to break them now? My eyes widened at the realization. I looked at him. "You are Killian Cabello?" He smirked devilishly. "Now, spread your legs, Omega."

One afternoon. Just before the sun set and let the moon reign on the sky. Kalon jokingly wishes to become the next owner of the great throne which sounds like an impossible thing until she was called in the throne room by the Alpha and named as his heir. As the new owner of the throne. She now must protect her ruling right from anyone who'll try to challenge her authority and take it away from her even if it's her own husbands and mates.

Kathy, a precious daughter of Mr. Alex Andres and Gabriella Andres and a dear sister of Kieffer Andres, was homeschooled at their house in America since she was young. Innocent and being hidden to the outside world for her safety. She finally got her freedom at the age of 24. Thirsty on her freedom,

When an emotionally unstable teenager finds himself tumultuously falling in love, with her, the owner of the voice in his head.

I've infiltrated into a private group chat called "The Domestication Project". The group owner is in the middle of spamming her experience of her destroying her husband's mental willpower. "I've secretly swapped out my husband's anti-depressants for something else. Every day, I keep telling him that he's a useless, pathetic loser. Once he's hopelessly dependent on me, I'll have him thrown into a mental hospital and take over his company naturally." All the group members keep praising the group owner for being a total professional in gaslighting her husband. Soon, they start asking for her methods and experience. I tap on the photo of an experimental journal that the group owner has just sent. To my shock, the name listed on the mental health report with a diagnosis of severe depression is actually my own! As for the haughty group owner, she's Sophie Hayes, my wife of ten years! Yesterday, that woman told me with red-rimmed eyes that she'd rather go bankrupt just to cure me of my depression! It turns out that her devotion and love toward me for the past ten years is nothing but a grand yet cruel plot to murder me slowly! Since Sophie wants me to get reduced into a lunatic who has lost all of his marbles, then I shall put on an insane show for her. After that, I lock the doors in the mansion and dump the gasoline that I've just bought all over the living room.

I died five years ago. Now my husband, the Don of our Mafia family, wants me to take the fall for his sister again—this time for accidentally killing a British noble's heir during an arms deal. He's holding a fake confession letter with my forged signature, storming into my old apartment in the rust district, only to find it empty. Frustrated, he grabs the corner store owner downstairs, demanding to know where I am. The owner pauses, wiping his hands on his apron, calmly tells him: "Serafine? She died five years ago." "Heard it was retaliation from a rival family during the gang war. They ambushed her in an alley... shot her over a dozen times. She died immediately." My husband, Lucien, refuses to believe it. Convinced the owner is on my payroll, hiding me to help me escape his reach. He scoffs, his eyes filled with scorn: "Oh, so what? Because I called her out for messing up that last job, now she's throwing a tantrum?" "You tell her, if she doesn't come back and take the fall in three days, I'll revoke her grandmother's 'special family protection'! Let the old woman rot!" With that, he storms out, his rage still simmering. The owner watches him leave and sighs, shaking his head. "There's no grandmother left to protect... That woman passed away not long after Serafine did... couldn't survive the winter without our family's medical supplies and protection..."

All along, I've been following a social media account that's dedicated to a couple sharing about their romance. It doesn't have a lot of followers, but the posts are all very heartwarming. The owner of the account records all the little details about his relationship with his girlfriend. They get into arguments over a plate of pasta before breaking into laughter and calling each other an overgrown child. They climb up the hill to hold each other under the sky full of stars, wishing they could make time pause at that very moment. Even though the owner of the account never reveals his face, I am always moved by the words he writes. The day before my wedding, the owner uploads a new post. "This marks the end of our ten-year relationship. From now on, she'll be his wife, and I'll only be his friend. There won't be any more updates to this account. I wish nothing but the best for my best friend and the woman he loves the most." The picture uploaded with this caption is one of my fiancee and me, taken from behind.

I was shattered to learn that my precious child was not mine. My own flesh and blood was gone forever. I was not going to crumble under the weight of the revelation or consume myself with hysteria or grief. Instead, I channeled my pain into putting my mother-in-law behind bars and breaking my husband before moving on with my life.