Precious Possession 소설 & 이야기

I insisted, fighting the rising panic. “Of course, he does. He loves your strength. He loves your loyalty. He loves that you carry his heirs,” Damon said, emphasizing the word with cruel precision. “But love, for men like him, is possession. And what happens when the possession is compromised? When the key is damaged? When the asset has been in the hands of the enemy?”

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY "You call this precious? The herbs are not even extinct and can be found anywhere in this mortality realm, how is it precious?, all has all ordinary herbs turn precious"

His Possession. THE END.

“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 don’t understand how they can be so mean Dr Neill, I work so hard on campus. I’m captain of the netball club; I started the glamour girls club to give us girls more confidence.” Jenny rambles on about her activities as Dr Neill’s mind begins to wander. Today is a significant day for the doctor, today is the eighth anniversary of his son’s disappearance. “Dr Neill?” He is abruptly pulled from his daydream. “Yes of course Jenny” An alarm goes off on Dr Neil’s phone. “We will have to continue this matter on your next session Jenny.

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.

Jake, standing beside him, echoed the sentiment, his own eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "We’re ours, Lila. All of us. Forever. You are the center of our world, the very air we breathe. To think we would willingly leave you is an absurdity." The possessive “ours” hung in the air, a declaration of their unified intent. It wasn’t just a word; it was a brand, a mark of ownership that resonated deep within Lila’s soul. It was a promise of safety, of unwavering devotion, a fortress against the anxieties that gnawed at her. They were hers, and she was theirs, a trinity forged in desire and unbreakable loyalty.

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."