Possessive Novels & Stories

My voice turned harsh, accusing. “But no, you’re under my skin. You’re my whore. You fucked yourself into me as sure as I fucked myself into you, you amazing, delectable little slut. You didn’t even know it. I didn’t even know it until it was too late. And I am far, far too selfish. Too territorial with what I truly want. You, I will not share; not give away to anyone. I’m keeping you. You’re mine.” I punctuated my possessiveness with harder and harder jabs.

“He’s protective.” “Protective is one word.” She sipped her iced coffee. “Possessive is another. Controlling is a third.” I flinched. “He’s not controlling.” She raised an eyebrow. “You are letting him have power over you.” I stared at the table. “I know.”

He then spoke" look emliy I am soo soo soo sorry ,I really am .but I am very possessive about you understand that .I cant see you near any man." "I am really sorry ,but I promise as long as you don't get me jealous .I will keep my anger under control." I then spoke softly " you promise." ""Yes I do." "Ok I accept your apology." As soon as I said that ,he immediately hugged me tightly. Do comment guys Guys pleas comment 🥺🥺😘😘

I swallowed, “In a way.” “Why?” “We already have so much happening here,” I responded, being truthful about my reason for the first time, “I don’t want to put Lisa in danger’s way. The first rule of war is to grab the Luna. I can’t let anything happen to Lisa.” “You have got it all wrong,” he chuckled dryly, “The Luna makes the pack stronger, she brings power to the pack. Luna’s are connected to the energy of the moon, and once she and the Alpha are together, the pack only grows stronger.”

Adam shot back. Adam's words dripped with a toxic mixture of resentment and possessiveness, his emotions a turbulent storm swirling just beneath the surface. The very idea of another man encroaching upon what he viewed as his territory sent waves of possessiveness crashing over him, igniting a primal instinct to defend what he believed belonged to him and him alone.

POSSESSIVE As soon as I said yes Cole took my lips in a searing kiss as his hand went around my waist like he was trying to stop me from running away, but I wasn't planning to. I wrapped my arms around him and he continued kissing me seeming not to get enough. He only stopped kissing me when both of us needed to breathe. " You don't know how fucking happy this makes me, I'm going to take care of you, no one would be able to touch you, because you're mine," He said possessively as he kissed me again.

Oh. "There's no need to be jealous," I assured him. "I'm not jealous," he said smirking. " Jealous is when you want something someone else has." "Then what are you?" I asked. "Possessive," he answered. "I want what's already mine." My mouth went dry hearing this. Damn, that shouldn't have been as sexy as it was. I finally found my voice. "I'm not a possession," I said shakily. He smiled. "Not yet. You'll come to be mine the same way I am already yours."

“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.

I wanted to pull away, to hide from both their stares, but his grip was iron, unrelenting, holding me exactly where he wanted me. “She belongs to me now,” Kael continued, each word deliberate and measured, meant to hammer the point home like nails into a coffin. “Not you. Not Vale. Not anyone but me.” The possessiveness in his voice made my skin crawl. Not *with* him, not *to* him—*belonged* to him, like a horse or a sword or any other piece of property to be owned and used as he saw fit. The room felt smaller suddenly, the air heavier, until I thought I might suffocate under the weight of both their stares—one laced with impotent fury, the other with cruel po

However, one part of his sentence stands out to me. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not a possession.” “No, you’re not a possession, that would imply that I own you. What you are, is precious to me. You are mine to love, mine to protect. That’s what I mean when I say you are mine. Well, that and I have no intention of ever letting another man have you. So in that instance, I guess it is rather possessive. But I’m an Alpha, you’ll have to get used to it.”