Novel & Cerita Prized Possession Book

Written in it were the trial and errors and what could have been done, the repeated failures and where they went wrong. The book was so thick that I think it would take me a week or so to finish reading it, but it was a priceless book that the Bloodmoon Pack hid. It could’ve been used for a lot of things, but they didn’t make use of it. I wonder if they just ignored it, or they didn’t know they had such a precious item in their library. Nonetheless, I wouldn’t let such a masterpiece go to waste. I’ll make sure that the owner’s invention will come to life and all their unfinished projects will be continued. “General Van?” I called out. “Can you help me with some of the books?”

She wasn't sure if she was ready to risk her heart again, especially not with someone she barely knew. As she finally found the "Pride and Prejudice" she was searching for, nestled amongst a collection of dusty tomes, a wave of relief washed over her. It was a beautiful edition, the leather cover worn but supple, the pages yellowed with age. It was a treasure, a piece of literary history that she would cherish.

He stood out in the crowd with his chiseled features framed by black hair. The lady on the podium continued, "Ryan Taylor, the Alpha prince, will now take the stage." I was suprised was there another Ryan? It wasn't him right? The realization hit me like a lightning bolt. He was not only my mate but also the Alpha prince. My eyes widened in resentment as I heard those words, "A-l-p-h-a." The words 'Alpha' and 'Alpha prince' reverberated in my mind, and my heart raced in response.

The gifts she's received is till mind boggling From the royalties gifting them with a cruise ship,poppa_ a mansion that contained Another cruise ship,a large Indoor pool, two libraries and so much more Miguel and Tikka two Lamborghini, Eros and Michelle three Penthouses She sighed softly and then laughed. "To think "Melanie blurted out loud.. "Corazón ?"Lewis called walking in. His upper body was nude and the pants he wore kinda sagging "Yeah.... where's Apricot ?"she asked standing up. The nightie she wore did little in hiding her cleavages with her milky thighs were in view

“Are these books yours, then? Do you own them?” Her brows arched upward, mocking. “No. Why would I want such things?” A silence stretched. I searched her eyes, hoping she would see that I did not believe her, that I had seen through the veil she always wore. “Yet you are not surprised to see them,” I pressed, the words slipping sharper than I intended. “These are forbidden. To own them, to even look upon them, is treason against the Four Courts.” Her lips curved into that smirk I despised, the one that told me she relished my disquiet. “I am not surprised, Solstice, because I have seen them before. These belonged to your father.”

She ran up to me after grabbing all the dresses on the left side. She handed me three dresses. One of them was a sleek, black mini dress with a square neckline and fitted silhouette. The other one was a chic black mini dress with a thigh-high slit. The last one is a strapless black mini dress styled with front buttons and a slight slit, it has tailored, almost corset-like top that adds structure. All of them look great, and I’m sure they’ll suit Veronica perfectly. “Girl, you don’t just stare at these, you try them on.” Try what??

I remember what feelings used to taste like, but those bones have long been buried. And yet… There was something about the way she looked at me. Not prey, a threat. I smile to myself, teeth sharp behind it. Let's see what the records say. It doesn't resist me. The moment my fingers close around the spine, heat blooms beneath my cool skin. As I turn the book in my hand, the surface shifts, faint symbols bubbling to life beneath my touch, rising as bruises beneath her translucent flesh. And then, a name carves itself into existence across the cover.

I just followed him from behind. ××××× The library was a gigantic house of books. I felt like I was in heaven. Tall black shelves lined with probably thousands of books. I looked around in complete awe before looking over at Ace, who was leaning against a shelf, looking at nothing in particular. This place should've been my room. I moved towards a shelf, taking out the nearest book. "I didn't know you like books." He spoke up, looking at me. I touched the thick hardcover and looked back at him. "I do."

“This is about survival. Yours and mine.” “Then maybe you should let me go,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. He laughed—a bitter, humorless sound. “You still don’t get it, do you? You’re not just some woman in my house, Elana. You’re my wife now. My possession. That title comes with protection… and consequences.” The word “possession” echoed in her ears like a slap. Her voice wavered, but she didn’t look away. “You can’t force love, Luca.”

Upon knowing the truth, she is now secretly disgusted and annoyed with herself, but we will discuss this part of the story in the continuation of Book 2: Owning his Possession. Returning to the story, Giselle bitterly smiles at her daughter as she combs her hair with her fingertips. "Don't you like it here? There's plenty of food and everything you desire can be yours," Giselle says, trying to convince her daughter to stay in the mansion.