Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

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."

I couldn't control the anger brewing in me, simmering through my veins and enveloping me. "She was the one who walked out of his life. She was the one who decided she doesn't want him anymore. I met the man, I wanted him and I am the one wearing his fucking ring, so he belongs to me. He's mine and she's in for one hell of a surprise if she thinks she can take him away from me. I own that man. Every inch of him." I spat out my words venomously, my voice thick with a possessive that stunned me after I uttered those words.

“I deserve that after what I did to you…” “You tried to hurt me. You succeeded. You tried to own me, to possess me and then you…” “You own me!” the vehemence of his heated reply made her jump. He pushed himself from her and jammed his fingers into his hair as he paced the floor in front of her. He looked at her and jammed a finger in her direction. “You possessed me! You possess me! I still smell you, I taste you! You’ve possessed every pore of my body!” his voice broke and he looked like he was going to shed a tear. His voice dropped to a whisper, “I can’t stop thinking about you!”

I whispered. My eyes searched his face for answers. “Yes but it’s probably my dog. It can be overly sensitive whatever it is, it’s not far.” I sighed quietly, releasing some of the weight in my chest. Leaning back, a dull ache built inside me the stress catching up. “Thank you I murmured, unable to look at him. Then A faint glow came from where I left my phone.I picked it up again. Another message. “You can’t run away from us. We’re getting you soon hang on.”

“You want to come in?” Cale nodded and I cursed internally. Why? What was I being punished for? I sat down on the couch next to Joey, leaving the single seater open for Cale. Joey went into the kitchen to get Cale something to drink. “What are you doing here? I told you not to leave,” Cale hissed at me. “You don’t own me,” I replied, “And I’m visiting my best friend.” “Do you ever listen to anybody?” “Yes, people who don’t reject me,” I smiled a sugary sweet smile at him. His face got angrier than it was, something I didn’t even know was physically possible. Before he could say anything though, Joey walked back in.

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

Dianna explained and was sorry. She gave him a sweet, comforting smile while her hands rested on his lap. Until Klaud stopped the car, cupped her soft, flawless cheeks. "Why did you stop? I thought we are in a hurry?" She looked at him confusingly, but he remained silent. There was something in his eyes that made her knees weak and tremble. "I can't help but look at you every second! I... I want to hold you! I... want to feel you, Dianna, and I don't know what is happening to me! I... I became possessive of you...,"

Everyone on both sides of the law knew two things: Valerie Pelt, the Pelt family heiress, loved to play around, and her husband oved to threaten divorce. So the last time Valerie and I got divorced, she signed the papers without batting an eye and asked, "So how long are you going to sulk this time? A week? Two?" Everyone assumed it would go the way it always did, that before long, I'd come crawling back with my tail between my legs. But this time, I moved, changed my number, and vanished without a trace. A year later, I ran into her by chance while representing my company in a partnership pitch. I presented the proposal for two hours, and she sat there in silence the entire time. Only

His animalistic possessive instinct was definitely the reason. Those boring phrases of. . . I can’t drop you down because you’re mine only. Mine and mine only. But, somewhere at the back of my head, I knew that… If I wanted to narrate all that had happened just now, it'd start like this. It all started one fine winter morning…. The rest? Well, you know the rest. ------------------------------------------ A/n I really hope you liked this chapter. If you did, consider leaving a review for me. I'd really love to hear your thoughts on this, guys!!

Then, he whispered, his voice low and rough, a sound that went right through me: "You are mine now..." Those words. They were so simple, but they hit me hard. All my tiredness, all my fear, just melted away. Mine. The way he said it, so sure, so certain... it chased away every doubt. He wasn't going to change his mind. He had claimed me, and I knew, deep down, that I belonged to him now. A jolt, sharp and exciting, went through me. It was like all the exhaustion disappeared. I forgot I was tired. I forgot everything except the fierce, possessive feeling in his whisper.