Novel & Cerita Books With Extremely Possessive Obsessed And Jealous Heroes

’ I could swear to Goddess that I was going to rip his head off if he did. Felix and Red running together... the thought of that brought my blood to a boil. I wanted her to be mine and mine alone. I wanted to uncover her layers on my own, and I surely wanted to be the only one within my pack who had access to her. I couldn't explain this obsession. When it came to women, I had never been jealous and controlling, let alone possessive, but with Red, I was all of it and more. ‘Where are you now?’ That wasn't a question—it was an order, and my tone carried enough edge for Felix to read it as a threat.

I gripped her chin firmly, "—you'll learn to own who you are. To be the queen they fear." I stood up and circled her like a predator. "Look at me," I commanded. She obeyed. "I'm going to possess every inch of you,"I said darkly. "Not just your body, but your mind. Your heart. Your soul." Her eyes widened, part horror, part longing. "You'll hate me for it," I warned. "But you'll never be free without me." She shook her head. "No one owns me, Zayan." I smiled—a slow, dangerous curve of my lips. "That's where you're wrong, no one owns you behind our walls in front of the world but in our room in our place i owns you.."

Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding. Jacob, on the other hand, had taken a different path. His dark hair and brooding demeanor often led others to underestimate him. But beneath that exterior lay a heart filled with loyalty and courage. It was during one of his solitary excursions into the woods that he encountered Lyra, a fierce and independent werewolf. Their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions, igniting a spark that neither had anticipated. The bond between a vampire and a werewolf was a rarity, fraught with challenges, yet their connection was undeniable. Jacob found himself torn between the expectations of his lineage and t

The kind of stare that could probably make a grown man confess to crimes he didn’t commit. He scanned the crowd, sweeping over everyone like he was mentally ranking them from “useful” to “irrelevant.” Then he saw her—Selene. And for a split second, something in his expression shifted. It wasn’t huge, barely even noticeable, but I caught it. That flicker of something possessive, something dangerous. Like he’d just spotted something that belonged to him and dared anyone to try and take it. No hesitation. No second-guessing. He was coming for her.

Only a flicker of satisfaction. "You're back early." Her voice was calm, almost bored. I crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her by the throat, and shoved her onto the mattress. She gasped, but her legs parted for me automatically. I pressed my body between them, pinning her down. "Explain." "Explain what?" She tilted her chin, defiant. "That your guard decided to take what you left behind? I didn't resist. I asked for it, actually." Rage burned through me, hot and blinding. But beneath it, something darker stirred. Jealousy. Possession. The need to mark her so thoroughly that no other male would ever dare.

Macho. But even as Ido this, I’ve got a fantasy already playing in my head. Of being put under the control of an older, wiser woman. Of her dominating every last inch of me. Binding me. Directing what I can and can't do. Pushing me to my limits. Pushing me past them, but with love and awareness. But more than that, as well as her commanding my body, I fantasize about her commanding my heart and mind. All of my attention, so I worship none but her.

And they always were. I knew why they were here and as much as I wanted to deal with this problem in my own way, I couldn't just kill the woman who I owed my life to and I kind of like her husband despite how much he aggravated me with her intense over the moon possessiveness and jealousy— which was kinda amusing to be honest. I had never understood that emotion, how could a man ever be jealous of another. Shouldn't a man be confident enough in his ability to keep the woman he wanted from straying away and if she did then she wasn't worth keeping.

And I do them very well . I'm not the Jealous Hot headed type but when I lost my coolness . I lost my bright side too and then even Dark is get afraid of me And that bastard is trying to impress my Queen and My Queen forget that whom she belongs to Yeah I'm Obsessive about her even her shadow is mine . . Yes I'm Obsessive and very Obsessive on my Possession . She is mine , mine forever , this birth and upcoming next seven birth My Obsessiveness is a journey . Starting at forever and Ending at Never . .

Ni wasn't just a byline in The Sovereign; it had become a brand. ​There was a magnetic pull to the mystery I had created. Because I refused all interviews, declined photo shoots, and kept my social media presence strictly professional and scenery-focused, a cult of curiosity had formed around me. Readers began to speculate: Who was this woman writing from the Swiss peaks with such a sharp, almost cynical understanding of the elite? Was she an exiled socialite? A disillusioned heiress? That mystery was the engine that drove my novel to the top of the local bestseller lists back home. It was as if every person who had ever felt overlooked or undervalued found a voice in my chapters.

And she thinks I don’t see through her. The secrets she hides like armor. The past she pretends never happened. But I know. And if she keeps testing me, I’ll use every piece of it. To own her. To ruin her. To make her mine. She’s not supposed to tempt me. She’s not supposed to survive me. But if she keeps playing with fire...She’s going to learn exactly what it means to burn. •°• Chapter 1 Thea Life is so unfair. I blink back tears as my fingers flex around the steering wheel of my old car.