Books With Extremely Possessive Obsessed And Jealous Heroes Novels & Stories

Vivian wrenched Becca’s head back, exposing her neck. “You see, I actually am a big shot vampire. Just like I was a big shot human. Some people, like me, are just better than people like you. We make better cheerleaders and better vampires. And way better girlfriends. So, yeah, I have won. I was always winning. What I want now is to make Scarlet Paine suffer.” “God!” Becca cried. “Are you really that petty and jealous? Scarlet doesn’t even like Blake anymore. She’s completely in love with someone else.”

While Laura appreciated these gestures, she also felt overwhelmed and suffocated by them. Daniel exhibited overprotective behavior towards Laura, insisting that everything be done according to his preferences. As a result, Laura rarely ventured out on her own anymore. If Daniel wasn't accompanying her, she was accompanied by a bodyguard. "Daniel, I'm just going shopping, I don't need a bodyguard, I'll be fine," Laura said to Daniel over breakfast. "No, Laura, I insist the bodyguard goes with you. It's just one bodyguard, I don't want anything happening to you," Daniel replied, taking a spoonful of food.

"I was always like this but I have to admit it had never gotten this intense. That's because then I didn't have anyone I wanted to own or protect." "Own?" The words tasted bitter against my tongue as I muttered them aloud. "You're doing all this because you want to own me?" It doesn't make sense and frankly, I was both hurt and offended. "No, I'm doing all this because you are mine and I protect what's mine. But I will not deny that I possess the feeling of owning you." He glanced at the invisible mark on my neck. "You have no idea how much it is killing me that the world doesn't know that."

"It had everything," I whispered in shock as I made a coffee. Sleep-deprived or not, there was no time to rest. With that book gone, and someone trying to kill me, I needed to find a way to protect myself and Demetri as quickly as possible. "Every page, every spell, everything in that book could be used to kill me…us."

Ansel’s teeth were chattering vigorously while hearing the giggles that Qeiza and Chin Hwa emitted as though they both were laughing at his bad luck. If only his physical condition was fully recovered, he would have hunted them both down and pulled Chin Hwa away from Qeiza. “Shit! Damn it!” Ansel screamed while hitting the empty space. His heart was really not willing to let Qeiza taken away by another man. Qeiza had to be his and his woman only. No man could approach her, let alone touch her. Only he had the right over Qeiza. Jealousy and anger weaved like tangled threads in Ansel’s heart and mind. He didn’t even hear Xander’s greeting when he passed beside the man that was sitting while re

Am I in over my head? And yet, despite the unease, a part of her—a twisted, foolish part—was drawn to him. His possessiveness, his dominance, even his anger—it all reminded her of the brooding, dangerous men in the romance novels she devoured late at night. The ones who burned the world down for the women they loved. Hardin. Massimo. The Italian mafia bosses who were equal parts terrifying and irresistible.

The realization hits harder than it should, a pull in my chest I can’t ignore, even as I gun the throttle and tear down the empty streets toward her scent. I’m Tyler Grayson, future alpha of the Crescent Pack, and I’m supposed to have this under control. Find the lost wolf, bring her back—that’s what the elders said. They didn’t mention she’d be a shy girl with hazel eyes that see too much, or that her scent would wake something in me I can’t tame. I didn’t plan on feeling this… protective. But that howl, the way it cut through the night like a blade—it’s not just a warning. It’s a hunt, and Vivian’s the prey.

I was so angry when I returned today and it was all because of the two scoundrels that were with her. “I don't like it when I see other men around you.” I'm very possessive towards her and each time I see them with her, I feel a pang of jealousy. I know that they mean no harm and that they are just friends, but I don't care. I'm that petty and I will not take it if I see her with men.

“You think every man who looks at me has touched me? You’re insane!” Ronan’s eyes flashed. For a split second, it wasn’t just jealousy ... it was possession, primal and ugly. His wolf was clawing inside him, demanding answers. Behind him, Liora’s face twisted in disgusted jealousy. Her wolf whispered coldly in her head, He’s not supposed to look at her like that. You’re supposed to be the one he loses control for. Liora’s hand twitched at her side, her claws half out. Her bandaged wrist pulsed with pain ... a reminder of Scarlet’s earlier defiance. She wanted blood. She wanted to see Scarlet broken, crying, ruined.

He gave the impression of someone accustomed to claiming precisely what he sought. He ordered another round of beverages for them without seeking permission, simply gesturing toward the bartender and arranging for the drinks to arrive at their spot. The action carried such bold authority that neither woman considered declining. He approached them shortly afterward, presenting himself as Jack. His charisma operated like a powerful magnet, with his focus shifting between them in a way that crackled with energy and left Kellie feeling lightheaded. He engaged Mia’s sharp sense of humor through playful banter, praised Kellie’s laughter, and throughout the interaction, an unspoken question lingere