Novel & Cerita Precious Possession

Between bouts of passion, we talked in fragments—sharing memories of that night at the club, admitting to the strange sense of familiarity we’d both felt during our early interactions, marveling at the way the universe had conspired to bring us together despite every obstacle our families had placed in our path. “The silver mask,” Nikolai murmured at one point, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest as we caught our breath. “I kept it, you know. It’s in my safe.” “You kept it?” “I told myself it was a security precaution, in case I needed to identify you later. But really…” He smiled, and for once there was no calculation behind it, just genuine affection. “Really, I kept it because i

It was about the raw, primal pull of something valuable that someone else thought they owned. “I’m going to take her,” I said, my voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I’m going to walk into Danta’s house, and I’m going to take what he believes is his. And I’m going to make him watch.” The obsession wasn’t with the girl. It was with the act of possession itself. The ultimate defiance of a man I despised. She was the physical manifestation of his failure, and I would claim her just as I had claimed the journal.

Bouquet, check. Something new, check. Something borrowed, check and something blue, check. I look at my reflection on the massive mirror, give myself a pat and shrug my shoulders. Everything looks perfect, but I can’t get over the feeling that I am forgetting something. Yes, pocket semiautomatic handgun. It’s the most valuable toy I own. I strap it tightly on my thigh. I don’t go anywhere without it. Not many women arm up on their wedding day, but none of them are me. I have seen and survived too many close encounters to be naive.

Then i'd wrap them up and lead them to the door after paying them generously. But not Noelle, she was innocent, and a precious piece of stone that i'd never want to let go of. She arose a fire in my body that wasn't going to go out for now or ever. I was always driven at a quote that whatver I wanted I had to have willingly or forcefully. And within this time I will make Noelle mine. She will be my possesion and a good one too. I'd make damn sure of it. "Gentlemen," I greeted. "I have little to no time to waste so please get this meeting on role I have a lot more things to tend to at this moment,"

I am. You're so precious to me, sweetie, even more than precious; your value is inestimable and I want you to know that deep in the depths of your heart. You and I still have lots of surprises heading our way and I want you to be right beside me when we unwrap them together. I love you, princess and I always will. Take care, honey. Your love, Drake. Tears glistened on my eyes as I read the letter once more before holding it dearly to my chest, kissing it lightly.

"Damn—he groaned a little, inhaling her scent. He kissed her head and moved her hair to one side. His cold fingers were touching her neck, sending a spark down her spine. Shivers ran through her body. Pulling a metallic object, he wrapped it around her neck, kissing the spot before leaving her. He turned her back and looked at her neck, smirking in victory. "Now, you look like mine," he said, smiling. It was a golden locket with a blue round piece and a butterfly, a very charming pendant. "Fucking mine," he said, sending a shiver of fear through her body with his possessiveness. The possessiveness in his words and the madness visible in his eyes made her scared. He moved towards her, placing

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.”

" The pendant my mother gave me, something I had cherished for a decade, had been handed over by Anna to my husband’s mistress. A deafening buzz filled my mind. The noise around me faded into nothingness. My face drained of color, and my lips trembled. "Give it back…" Like a madwoman, I lunged at Scarlett. "Give it back!!" She shrieked in alarm. "What’s so special about this worthless thing?! You act like it’s some kind of sacred treasure! "The rightful Mrs. Sterling gives her only daughter a cheap, low-quality trinket—why would I even want it?”

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.