Novel & Cerita Chased By My Possessive Ex

Everything of him. Her wolf snarled softly. ‘It’s not our house,’ she murmured. ‘It’s his. All of it. His.’ The thought made her stomach tighten. Ownership. Possession. Her wolf didn’t sound angry—she sounded resigned, and somehow, that was worse. At least Kalmin hadn’t locked her in the room this time. That small victory gave her a glimmer of hope as she moved toward the kitchen. The soft sound of footsteps approaching behind her made her heart lurch in her chest. Her body tensed, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know it was him.

JayPark looked at me and smirked, "Do you feel that I love your body? Do you want to like me time again?" I was surprised in anger, was he crazy when he insulted my feelings before!? Now you're saying it like it's nothing? I looked at him and said, "You go away I wouldn't love you even if I did!" “ really are stubborn.” He let go of my hands all over my body. Standing up, he threw his vest aside, unbuttoned my shirt a few more buttons, and then he carried me in the other direction, trying hard to ask, "You Where are taking me?"

Georgina exclaimed. "Lower your voice, G!" I reprimanded her. "No, I won't. Why would you even consider this? Even if there's a shred of truth in what Patrick said, shouldn't you be relieved?" Georgina persisted. "Relieved? I don't follow," I said, puzzled. "Yes, you heard me. You should be glad that your HUSBAND, George, is deeply in love with you. 'Obsession' is just an exaggerated term. If a man adores me like George does to you, I'd be over the moon," she explained.

A feeling of pure ecstasy was running through her veins when she heard a creak of the door and in the next second an taunting but angry voice of a woman pierced through her haze, "Well...., I certainly did not expect to see my fiancé whoring around in his own office in the broad daylight!"

I said, annoyed. "You're wrong, Akisha. Whether you like it or not, I own you and you own me. Every inch of you is mine. Your heart, mind, body, and soul. You're exclusively mine. Mine alone. If there's someone who tries to steal or take you away from me, I'll kill them. I'll make them suffer. They will taste hell. No one can own you but me. " He said, with a stern voice.

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate.

I couldn’t believe he didn’t even move when I scratched his hands with my nails. He pushed me against the wall. My back was killing me. “What on earth are you doing?” I attempted to threaten him, but that man didn't take my threat seriously five years ago. Why would he pick it up now? “I said don't leave. I hate that word. I'm never going to let you leave me.” He became a different person — a possessive monster. “Blaze, we need to cool off. I won't go anywhere. I need only a few moments alone. Your presence distracts me, that's all.” I tried to calm down in his place.

I try shoving it down. But I can’t. All I keep doing is imagining Chase with different beautiful women. Women like her. Women who probably don’t cry themselves to sleep over men. And now the feeling comes again. That awful, ugly, possessive feeling. I hate it. I want to forget it. I want to remind myself that I am me. Owned by me. Not by Chase. Since Chase touched me, I haven’t yearned for any touch but his. I don’t even want to feel my own hands on myself. That realization alone makes me angry.

I murmured softly, the words barely more than a breath. My fingers relaxed in my lap as I exhaled slowly. “It’s possession.” And somehow, that truth felt colder than anything else.

Pandora stared at Chris in confusion. “Just let her get lost.” The irritated tone directed at her father truly left Pandora frozen for a long moment. After shaking herself out of it, she glanced at Kingston while holding back a smile. Imagining Aquela getting lost among the confusing partitions felt incredibly amusing, and Chris’s spontaneous move to snatch a few keys hanging behind the door only confirmed that he might just follow her mother’s footsteps—who knows where she was headed.... “How often do you witness a cold war like this, Pussy cat?”