Novel & Cerita Prized Possession Book

He even said before leaving the room, "I didn't give you a birthday present yesterday." After saying that, he disappeared far from my room, now gaze turned to the object in my hand. Surprised to see an expensive necklace given to me as a gift. Me begins to feel guilty because Ren only works for a small company. Then how could he buy me such an expensive item. But now I still have work to do, so I have to put it aside and wait for the right time to return it. …

"Beneath me... mine to take... mine to claim..." "And I love the way you look at me, above me.... to take me.... to claim me again and again, like a lion waiting for his prey after being hungry for years." Ste whispered after pulling him closer by his neck. Arthur's eyes darkened at her words, his possessive instincts warring with his desire. Her words only served to fuel his need for her, the primal part of him wanting to claim her in the most primal way possible. His body pressed against hers, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive hunger. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice a low, rough growl. "I will claim you... mark you... make you mine... over and over again."

She needed to know why someone would hide any book like this and not use it every day. Valorie couldn’t have been happier to find such a useful tome. The power that emanated from the spells was intoxicating and right now, she just wanted to hold it and breathe in that power. She craved this like some people craved fresh air to breathe. Fresh air was underrated when she could breathe in the dusty promise of power and privilege. But she needed that book and the bag it was in. She couldn’t have left it behind. If she did, had anyone found it? If not, could she get it back? Or was it lost forever?

(ONE CROSS) “PRIDE, WRATH, GLUTTONY, LUST, ENVY, GREED, AND SLOTH.” Knowing more than what other mortals and gifted might think of her at first glance, she whispers the sins as the words vanish in front of her. Turns everything into ashes and goes directly inside the book that somehow loses all its pristine details and colors, and that is left with an utter old and torn cover that somehow is being forgotten by time and forsaken by anyone. It flies right back into her arms, where she hums for seconds and whispers.

Even the carpets and various furniture Hael had were black. ‘Goddess, does he even have a personality?’ Lacey scoffed. ‘There’s no color, no anything in here.’ Across the room, a bookshelf caught my eye. It was stacked top to bottom with books, most of them old and without titles. I slid one from its spot, a thick text with navy blue binding etched in gold. The inside of the book read, ‘Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin.’ It wasn’t just the fact that Hael read books that made me pause, but the signed autograph on the inside cover.

I sat down to Jade carved letter opened I had been fiddling with on the call, pulling up the laptop and sending out an e-mail to DuVall and a contingent of others letting them know that tonight was the night. I picked up the leather bound book that my family had had in their possession for a while now, the carefully translated pages delicate and precious. “Soon.” I ran a finger of the picture there, tracing the outline of the Goddess in chains. It was kind of poetic really, the Princess looking almost exactly like the Goddess whose soul would possess her body. It was almost like it was fated to be.

I look over to where Primus had been sitting not so long ago. What's this? Primus left something behind. A book? Was this the gift he meant to give me? It is a small thing, dainty. I cannot imagine someone as large as Primus ever reading this because how could he ever hold onto it without breaking it? It looks so precious, and fragile. Even as a child, I can't imagine he would have been small or careful enough to read it. Gently, as if lifting a rose from a vase, I pick up the blush pink volume, marveling at the delightful texture of its silk binding, the title embroidered in gold. While I might not know many words yet, I know enough that I can read the title of this book.

Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

Although the elders are still all young but in terms of strength, smartness, ruthlessness, and other traits they are topnotch. The only thing that they are still building is their influence in the normal world. All of them were personally trained by Finest and they grew up with her, and people that can get the recognition of Finest don't need to be explained how capable they are. "Oh? What good news?" She asked looking curiously at the elder that just spoke. "We found the heir of United States territory, Adonis Lazer," he said, and immediately, Finest carefree expression suddenly lightened, and a spark could be seen deep inside her eyes as if she had just told that her long lost most valuabl

When I learned about my princess, I grew softer still. I've never in my life wanted someone to think I'm weak, but my girls have made it happen. After all that occurred last month, I gradually began to revert to my previous state. I'm not going to let myself get complacent this time. But my princess is a different tale. She can always count on me to treat her with respect. Della may despise me, but she is still my possession, and there is absolutely no chance in hell that I will ever let her go.