Precious Possession Novels & Stories

I couldn't bear to part with it. Drawn to his essence, I found his wolf pelt in the depths of his closet. It was something to give my child, a reminder of his father. A sob caught in my throat as I clutched the soft fur, shoving it into a pillowcase. It was all I dared to take; all I could carry. No, the most valuable possession I had was safe within me. My unborn child. It was all I needed.

There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this. A friend of mine named Paul received an automobile from his brother as Christmas present. On Christmas eve, when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was looking around the shining new car, admiring it.

"She spent all the pack's reserves on those faulty engines. She’s desperate now." He leaned in closer, his breath smelling like the sharp grain of the whiskey. He said she traded the "Heart of the Pack", a famous moonstone treasure, to get cash. My eyes widened in genuine shock. That stone was the soul of our people, a relic that was never supposed to leave the vault.

He asked rhetorically, casting his sexy eyes on Sarah. "Actually, those were only valuable to me before I met you," he paused briefly and continued, "After I met you, I realized that I had found a special treasure worth more than all the treasures that I had kept and much more important to me than gold. I can replace all the things you destroyed within a twinkle of an eye but I will never find your replacement, Sarah. You're my most precious treasure and the treasure that I will keep forever," his voice was as soothing as the evening breeze.

Safire smiled thoughtfully and turned around to walk quickly. Jessie looked at the coffee in her hand and then looked at her back as she walked out. For a moment, her mood was complicated. After Safire went out, Jessie opened the bag. Inside was the expensive Jewelhill Coffee. Because the quantity was scarce, it appeared even more precious.

This deal with her could not only keep me a few steps ahead of the King, but maybe even get me out of here. "Anything you want...my jewellery, my clothing, anything," she shrugs wistfully, lounging back on the bed as she stretches a long leg out, her silver heel glistening in the light. I've never been interested in material wealth and extravagance, which I wouldn't share with Vaia at the risk it would offend her. "I want your freedom," I say firmly.

Sheesha was something, Musa didn't like on daily basis but he didn't mind it once in a while. "Yeah, I am coming. Okay? Talk to you later." With that, he cut the call. Entering his room he made his way to the walk-in closet that held the most exclusive and expensive watches, shoes, perfumes, belts, and clothes. Opening a drawer that has the most precious watches in it, he picked out his favorite Rolex watch.

Will paused in front of a heavy door before opening it with a sudden click. Inside, the room was vast and organized with meticulous precision. Gun racks lined the walls, each firearm gleaming under the sunlight. Shelves held knives, ammunition, and tactical equipment. It was unmistakably a private armory. Aurora’s face betrayed nothing, but as her eyes roamed around the room, they glimmered with pure excitement. Her lips parted slightly, though no sound escaped.

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.”

Nonna Luisa's voice pulled Calla back to reality. "No, thank you," Calla said, and Nonna Luisa smiled. "What's the meaning of tesoro?" Calla asked, missing the pronunciation. She was curious as to why the old lady kept addressing her that way. “Ah, it means-a treasure… in Italiano," Nonna Luisa said with a warm smile, the word rolling gently off her tongue. Treasure? Calla’s brows drew together. Why would the woman call her that? They had barely exchanged more than a few words, and she's basically a stranger.