Books With Extremely Possessive Obsessed And Jealous Heroes Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Elder Brandon—an arrogant, middle-aged wolf who had two young omega wives—stepped out of the crowd, his face twisted in sneering disbelief. "This is an absolute abomination!" Brandon spat, his voice laced with venomous disgust. "You claim her as a fated mate to cover up your perverted lust, Logan! I’ve watched this girl grow. I was planning to claim her as my own third mate once she hit twenty—she was meant for a real man's bed, not her stepbrother's sick fantasy!" Before the words could even fully leave Brandon's mouth, my wolf took complete control. In a blur of Alpha speed, I crossed the dais and slammed Brandon against the stone pillar.

My Dear Beauties, This is your cute little author, A. Gupta, with a delightfully deviant mind when it comes to crafting dark, twisted tales. If you've read my books before, you already know the kind of worlds I build—the kind where the main heroes have no redeeming qualities except one: their obsessive, all consuming love for their other half. They are ruthless, they are possessive, and they will burn the world down for the one who belongs to them. For my new readers stepping into my world for the first time—Welcome. Buckle up, because this is going to be a roller coaster you won’t forget.

[See? With a crazy male lead like him, you can win his heart only if you’re crazier than him.] [According to the plot, Gabert will get an opportunity in three months, then he’ll turn evil and rise to power. If you still haven’t won him over by then, you won’t be able to escape your fate.] [You can only use this opportunity to win him over and turn him into your loyal dog.] I nodded and clenched my fists. [Moreover, the second male lead, Jenson Jackman, has appeared. He was your middle school deskmate and had a crush on you for years. He came back earlier than expected, so you can make use of him.]

I glared at the duo as I started walking towards them while my emotions collided within me, creating a storm of hurt and insecurity. He’s mine! And mine alone!! The raging storm inside of me told me to do one thing as my blood began to boil. I’m going to kill that woman! Author’s bullshit I don’t think I need to point out how possessive Jenny is, lol

--- Because she’s not just stronger. Not just faster. Not just controlled. --- She’s becoming something else. Something unpredictable. Something they can’t fully contain. --- And next time— she won’t hesitate. Or maybe— she will. --- And that uncertainty— That single flaw— Is exactly what will destroy them all.

He stilled, nostrils flaring. It hit him like a slap. Kalmin and Nuri. Their scent clung thick to the bedding, tangled with heat, lust, and something possessive that made Rian's stomach twist. The reminder of what he didn't have. What he might never have. He let out a low, frustrated snarl and shoved himself to the far side of the bed, ears flattening as he tried to shake off the scent, the jealousy, the raw ache gnawing at his chest. ‘He couldn’t even wash the damn pelts…’ His tail lashed behind him, fur bristling with irritation as he curled tight, muzzle resting against his paws.

“I can smell how wet you are.” Her smile doesn’t waver, but her nails dig into my arm through my tux sleeve. “Keep talking and I’ll ‘accidentally’ knee you in front of every photographer in New York.” I chuckle darkly and kiss her cheek for the cameras. “Try it. I’ll fuck you in the coatroom and make you walk back out with my cum running down your legs.” The possessiveness roaring through my veins is new. Violent. I’ve had women. Plenty of them. None ever made me feel like this, like I’d burn the world down if another man so much as breathed near her.

"He’s the strongest of them all. And the most handsome.” “I’d still let him do whatever he likes with me—” I clench my teeth as Jealousy flares sharp and ugly in my chest, catching me off guard. Not desire—never that. Something darker. Something possessive. The idea of them whispering about him, imagining him, claiming him in fantasies— It makes my skin itch. I hate myself for it. I don’t know this man. I don’t care about this man. I don’t fall for names whispered in gossip circles like some foolish girl with stars in her eyes.

I hiss in obvious contempt. "You know, sometimes, you actually scare me Elle but I agree with you about that stupid brat. She's always acting like she's all that. Could you believe Fabian and I keep having issues because of her? That idiot never stops blabbing about how much he worries about her and how terribly people treat her when she's actually one of the nicest people he's ever met. The audacity you know!" She hisses a reply and I could already sense the jealousy. "Sounds like you're pretty feeling insecure about her relationship with Fabian. Do you perhaps think she has any interest in him?" I ask.

“The bond does not care about refusal. It only cares about keeping the bloodline breathing and the three of us close enough to bleed for it. The longer you remain near us, the stronger it grows. Possessive. Intrusive. It will start to feel like need. Like wanting. Like something that does not ask permission.” Rowan’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “We never wanted this for you. Any of us. But the magic is older than our regrets.” I laughed once, short and bitter. “So I’m expected to simply accept three strangers who admit the bond will make them possessive and hungry for me?” Dax stopped behind my left shoulder. I felt the heat of him even through my coat.