Precious Possession Novels & Stories

“I don't want expensive gifts, I don't want to be bought, I have everything I want. I just want someone to be with me, to make me feel safe and secure…” —Princess Diana. On Monday morning, Camila arrived at the office very early. And she was greeted by the scent of roses the moment she opened the door. - Oh my God! she exclaimed. Her face brightened as she saw the various roses in different colors, as well as the large white teddy bear with a red heart in her arms, which read: YOU ARE THE OWNER OF MY HEART.

His possession. And no one... not even God... could keep her from him. ________________________ Thank you

That’s how he sees me, because deep down, he still blames me for why Mom’s gone. We finally arrived in front of a tall gate. Above it, there was that said Allard, and it looked like it was made of gold. Allard? You mean Aaron Allard? The famous business tycoon who owns those world-renowned resorts and hotels? What could Dad possibly want here? And if we’re here at Aaron Allard’s place right now, that means we’re also going to see- “I’m glad you made it here safely, Mr. Lucas. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to my humble home. I’m Aaron Allard.”

I could see how much she meant to him. The way he talked about her, the way he tried to protect her, even when he was drowning in debt and desperation. She was his most prized possession, his one point of pride in a life full of failure. He would do anything to keep her safe, to keep her out of this world. And that’s exactly why I want her. There’s something about taking what’s most valuable to a man, something about knowing you’ve claimed the one thing he cherishes above all else. It’s not just about the debt anymore.

he said, taking it and inspecting it. “I know, but that watch is important to me. It may not be as valuable as what they bet, but it’s my treasure. It was given by my father to my mother, so I hold it dear. It’s the only possession I have that I can use to find my father, so I hope you take care of it because, like them, I will also redeem it.”

“So, you want it to be under my name tonight itself? Are you sure this decision is not rushed and you won’t ask me to give it back to you? Because, if I’m having it, I’m having it forever. Paradis d’Amour is too precious to me and my mother to let it go.” Mr. Moore nodded readily, flashing a full-fledged smile. “Absolutely, Viaan. I am one hundred percent sure about it. And it is because of this attitude of yours. This possessiveness and love that you have for my precious, I can never find anywhere else.” His eyes darkened with the same possessiveness as he mentioned the property while agreeing to my words. Staring at him for some good seconds, I nodded. “Okay them. I’m ready. But I need a p

Smiling I grabbed my container and walked into the living room watching him as he talked to Chloe. He looked up at me, “I’m still amazed every day by her.” I nodded, “she is pretty special. I think she gets that from her daddy. ” Lucas leaned down kissing her forehead, “I don’t know about that. I mean you did tame me. You found a way inside.” Taking a bite of my food I shook my head, “yeah you thought you owned me there for a bit.” Lucas laughed, “oh baby I still do you and Chloe are my most prized possessions.”

Giving him a deadpanned look, "Answer my question and get going." As if my words didn't quite reach him, he picks up another bottle of wine from my expensive and very private collection while walking towards my couch. If it was anyone else, they'd be licking the floor by now for even breathing near my wine collection but I refrain myself because Lucifer Genovese is the one who helped me and my family get back their glory, he is the one pulling all the strings and all I had to do was wrap a thin wire across my father's neck and cut off his oxygen—which I was more than glad to do.

How he smiles up at me brimming with affection and faith, like I'm his entire universe. How I count time by the moments I spend with him. My throat tightens. Time. Not cash, not rank—time stands as the most precious thing on earth. A watch. Not just a pricey item, not just an add-on, but something meaningful. I straighten up, my heart racing. "A watch," I whisper, the concept forming so in my mind it almost takes my breath away. Adrian lifts an eyebrow. "A watch?" I nod, my fingers already want my pencil. "Not just any watch—a design that shows time. Time you spend with important people. Time you can't get back or replace." My voice grows louder as the idea forms in my head.