Precious Possession Novels & Stories

His closseness…still broke me the way I could barely heal. Walking to my dressing table, I pulled the pendant out of my pocket and stared at it for what felt like an eternity. The white gold glimmered under the light, and I couldn’t help but smile, though my chest felt heavy. Maxillian really the most precious possession of his. It was more than a beautiful gift. It was a piece of him. A part of Maximilian I could hold on to, even when everything else felt uncertain. I did not know how long I stared at it. But I wanted to be lost in it.

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

"You will die here. And your fucking wild rutt of a mate is dying right now in the depths of jungles of this city. I am not fucking stupid to leave a fucking mated wolf to track me down for killing his mate." He picked up an iron rod, at the of which was a heavy metal containing screws and iron plates attached, something like it was pulled out of a vehicle, a heavy truck, belonging in a garage. Some rust was covering it from the tip to the end. I had never seen it at our home, ever. He had brought it with himself. He had planned everything. Mason swung it left and right in the air in front of my eyes, making me aware that he wanted to see the fear of upcoming death in my eyes.

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

I ask in a hushed whisper. "In his words, you are his most prized possession," Danny states, pausing to let the weight of those words sink in, his eyes locked onto mine. A shadow seems to pass over his features as he continues, "I have been entrusted to care for you, so what use am I to him if I allow his diamond to lose its luster, its brilliance dulled by my mishandling? It would be the biggest betrayal." His most prized possession.

The goddess shook her head, "You are about to die. Your body and soul are in their weakest state. As for your rights and wealth, they do not belong to you while you are in a coma." Louis hung his head, ''So what do I have left to trade with? "Think about it again. It must be the most precious thing you have. Like an experience. Or a memory. The more valuable the thing you use to trade, the more power you can gain." "The most precious thing." Louis muttered, and eventually it dawned on him, "I see." "The most precious thing I have is the memories between Cynthia and me. Every second I spent with her is something I want to remember for the rest of my life."

I heard a huge fight broke out in the process of obtaining those two cameras,word got out and the owners got robbed,the robbers also got robbed and the cycle continues,the true owner isn't known until Dokgo interferes, a national treasure! Poem; Willing to do anything to please the one I love. Your existence brings me so much joy, How dare I not cherish that?! My very own happiness. I don’t deserve you. ~Ade

★★★★ “If you do this again, I swear you will not be able to leave the house with your life. I know you got him, but this is not the end of the story. Stop assuming that your possessions are safe and pleasant and will remain thus for the rest of your life. I have been through a lot, yet I never stop pursuing the things that are truly important to me. No need to fret, I am going to squeeze your pride out of your body right in front of your eyes,"

He promptly halted the car. "Please, don't take me back there. I don't want to return to that place," Samantha pleaded with desperation. "Maybe you're the girl they were searching for earlier, huh?" he questioned. Samantha nodded, and she could sense his anger intensifying. "Please, don't hand me over to them. They'll sell us... I don't want that kind of life." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Perhaps you have some debt with them. That’s why they took you?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a hint of accusation. Samantha immediately shook her head, allowing the tears to flow from her eyes, fearing that he might return her to that place.

His posture was hesitant and hunched, like a man trying to repent far too late. That's how people are. We only treasure what’s gone. As for some, what they can’t have and what they’ve already lost is always the most precious.