Prized Possession Book Novels & Stories

’ I spun around in a circle, still in admiration of it all. He laughed, ‘Wait until you see the library here. It’s where I keep my favourite books and all my special editions.’ A wide grin grew on my face. ‘Special editions?’ Towering over me, ’Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you read them, but they are my prized possessions,’ he sizes me up with his eyes, almost making me feel like one of his prized possessions. I had to stop thinking like that. It was not like that between us, and it never would be.

he kissed her temples before turning her around. He made her sit on the table, before partitioning her legs and came between them. "Irtaza," her voice lowered to a whisper as his eyes turned a darker shade. She knew what it was, raw desire dancing in his eyes. For her. Her cheeks blushed as a shy smile make its way upto her lips. "You are my most prized possession. I can bring the whole world to your feet," he expressed. These were rare moments when he looked so solemn while staring at her and she cherished them will all her might.

She stacked them in several layers, then placed them in the farthest corner. Done. Pandora smiled faintly as she pushed the cart into place as the final step. It was positioned just a short distance from the bed, then her fingers pulled the lever to lock the wheels so it wouldn’t slide away. Pandora was about to turn and leave the room, but she halted her movement just as she was about to lift her foot when she noticed Kingston standing frozen with his back to the closed doorframe. One of his hands was holding something; the shape and overall appearance of the object were familiar to Pandora. Something that belonged to her. It had been taken by Kingston a long time ago; it was quite surprisi

I muttered and she smiled before turning around and kissing my lips. "I love you too Ethan" I will never get used to hearing her say that It gave me goosebumps and butterflies everything she said it. It felt like I was a highschooler with her but I didn't mind. All for her She became mine to posses the day she walked into that door with my parents She was my possession We have finally come to the end of this book 😁😁😁 It was very fun writing about these two characters.

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.”

The east wing was also the room where Don had said the building is forever and where Ernest had written it in his journal and where the sentence had become, across the years, the sentence that held everything else. He wrote: The twelfth year. He wrote: The Inside Account published in March. Thomas's copy in the inside pocket of his work jacket, carried into the garden on the day the book arrived, the thing that was more than a copy of a book, the thing that was the recognition of Thomas's knowledge in the form that the world could see. The handwritten letter from the reader in the north of England who had written to say that the book had helped her understand her father, who had been a garde

I am in awe. After a minute, I reach out a shaking hand to touch the leather cover of the tome. In elegant writing that looks like it was burned into the leather the title reads: The History of the Guardian. There is exactly one version of this book in the world, and it is now in my possession. I know my father has searched for this book for decades and has never been able to find it, but my mystery man has found it and given it to me. I feel tears prick my eyes at such a priceless gift.

"What came to steal from me?” "I came to get my book," I answered entredentes. The old man frowned, tipping his head slightly. "I don't have any books.” "I'm not blind, he's in your hand.” The man had the audacity to try to hide the book on his bent back. "This bible was a gift from my adoptive daughter. You can't want to steal it. There are jewels in the drawers, money under the mattress. Leave my bible alone.”

The moonlight caught the edge of a leather satchel belonging to Princess Elowen. Curiosity or perhaps greed slid through Bianca like a serpent. Quietly, she rose and crept to the bag. Her fingers dipped inside, and when they emerged, they held something priceless. A book. Not just any book but "The black book", The important book the moranos, are dying to get? How comes she have it?..... Suddenly bianca's lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Such a sweet idea," she whispered to herself. "Elowen, you have no idea how close I will stay to you now. This book will change everything."

The windows overlooked the formal knot garden laid out like a complicated embroidery, and a sweeping green lawn guarded by sentinel trees. There were books everywhere, lurking on tables, piled on the floor, snoozing behind the glass doors of specially constructed shelves; old books, rare books, first editions, folios. ‘Some are worth the proverbial king’s ransom.’ There was a touch of pride in Tony’s voice, as if he was somehow personally responsible for garnering such a collection. 'So valuable that no insurance company will risk taking them on. It’s the only place where I agree with non smoking.’ ‘Do we have to sort them?’ She wandered round, running a caressing finger over the bookcases,