Precious Possession Novels & Stories

The universe had finally started moving after sleeping for eons and my pet is the catalyst. Zarek pulls another projection onto the table, grainy surveillance footage flickers to life between us, static hissing across the image. We are looking at the crossroads in front of the estate gate. It’s just an empty road, until 15 seconds in a sudden distortion tears across the screen before the entire feed dies. “That’s the moment her signature vanished,” he says. I stare at the frozen image. Hours. She’s been gone for hours. Val, my pet, my property with her foul mouth and bruised defiance. She who fights, and spits and can survive anything. Val standing in the garden with tears in her eyes becaus

“What’s funny? “ I asked him. I couldn’t see his face clearly but as I decided he was going to just laugh it off again, he answered. “I can’t believe, someone dares to take the golden elevator. You sure have a lot of courage young lady” I gasped as I finally saw what he looked like. His face. It can be the destruction of a nation. I’ve never seen a human this beautiful. And those eyes were drawing me to him. He took my breath away. And I can’t even look away But wait, did he just say, I was in the golden elevator? The Golden elevator the whole city is talking about. With its high security and privacy? I knew there was something about this elevator, I just couldn’t put my finger on. The exq

I found Joseph in the private wine cellar, a space that felt almost sacred within the Kensington estate, reserved for the rarest and most precious bottles. The air was cool and perfectly controlled, carrying the rich scent of aged oak and old wine—a fragrance that seemed to hum with history. Stone walls lined with shelves held bottles worth more than luxury cars, a quiet testament to the family's legacy and pride.

Possession: This word has a lot of meanings. But in a simple word, it means ownership, and ownership doesn't necessarily mean stating claims...but most prized possession comes with a different meaning—treasured. That word carries a deeper meaning when it comes to Ixora and the keytar. The keytar was the only thing that strengthened her friendship with Blake. He gave her the keytar the first day they met, and that was the last day they ever saw each other physically. Ixora valued the keytar more than anything. It wasn't her dream...but Blake's.

“But, you … you have a beautiful light and strength. You, my girl, will always be my greatest treasure.” “I love you, Mom.” I placed a kiss on her cheek. “Here.” She handed me an antique brooch. A rose glowed in the middle despite how old it must have been. “Take care of this for me.” The rose that my mother gave me was my most important possession, so it was the first thing I packed. The rest could wait. He might even buy me clothes or shoes later. But the rose was unique. Carefully and slowly, I began to fold my brothers’ clothes. I discarded several clothes, things that no longer served them but that we still kept. With the money the boss gave me, I would buy whatever it takes.

You know, women cannot ignore these features of a man. “Olivia comes forward. I don’t know where the vegetable section is?” Max said. This is his first time shopping. He felt his head was spinning seeing so many varieties of stores all around. The last time he brought Tiffany’s pendant for his mom was when he was in Australia, by saving money. But he wasn’t able to give her because of the...........

In the end, it was similar to possessing because the flesh was completely controlled by others. The Mystic Maiden said, "Heaven and earth have rules, the sacred has order. Possessing is a very low-end operation because it is simple and crude. There are great disadvantages too. The more godly the character, the less likely possession will happen. This is because god has an order, and possessing will incur backlash. The loss is not worth the gain. Even if one is successful, there is nothing to glorify. But, to plant a soul was to completely and utterly turn someone else into yourself. Taking someone's body and soul means taking away their destiny and Heavenly Path of God, which is equivalent t

I simply wore whatever sleek, minimalist pieces fit my corporate armor. Julian had never noticed. He had assumed my cold, minimalist exterior was just who I was. He never knew that beneath the calculating strategist, there was a quiet, untouched appreciation for something so intensely rare and brilliantly colored. "It's stunning," I murmured, my voice a fraction softer than usual. "It is," Camille agreed gently. "Its sheer scarcity makes it irreplaceable. We keep it vaulted to anchor the Maison's valuation." She watched my face for a moment, noticing the rare, quiet focus in my eyes. She reached toward the discreet security panel on the side of the display.

She didn't plead. "I am your possession, Dante," she whispered against his lips, her fingers digging into his back, drawing blood that smeared against the white sheets. "But a possession that owns its owner is a dangerous thing. Every time you take me, you give another piece of yourself away. How much is left, Dante? How much of the 'Moretti Monster' is left before there’s only a shell that lives for me?"

Sloane I walk into my room, and I feel like a stranger. I rummage through my closet and take what I am looking for. I remove it from the box and caress it softly. I stand in front of the mirror, place it around my neck, and stare at it. The family heirloom. The necklace his grandfather gave me. I am finally letting it go, because it will be selfish of me to keep this. The one possession that I have always cherished.