Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

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.

Heat surged in my face, my cheeks puffed, I nearly burst into laughter… but he’d kill me if I did. “Are you jealous of me?” I asked, trying to read his expression. He raised an eyebrow coldly. “I told you before, this isn’t jealousy… it’s possession. You… belong to me.” I coughed sharply, choking on the word. “Belong to you? I belong to myself.” I whispered angrily, folding my arms over my chest. His eyes darkened, he grabbed my waist with fierce strength, making me shiver.

Vaughn’s Point of View My jaw clenched so hard the bone ached. The possessive beast I kept locked in the dark clawed its way to the surface, screaming for blood. Before I could think twice, I excused myself from the senator and walked straight over to them. The asshole shifted slightly. I bet he was fixing what was bothering him between his legs. “A stór,” I said, my voice dripping with dark possessiveness. No one looks at what’s mine like that. I didn’t wait for an invitation.

"She was a distraction! A nobody!" ​"That 'nobody' is the only person who made this house feel like a home," I said, the words tasting like ash. "And you? You’re just a woman living in a museum of your own ego. From this moment on, you stay out of my life. If I find out you’ve touched a single hair on her head or breathed her name to anyone, I will strip you of every Beckett asset you claim to own. Do not test me, Molly. I am my father’s son, but I am ten times the man he ever was when it comes to protecting what’s mine." ​I turned my back on her, the silence of the now-empty manor feeling like a tomb. I walked out into the night, the Porsche keys still heavy in my pocket—a reminder of a bet

What’s going on? “You’re shopping with another man now? And you still have the audacity to mess with my fiancé?” Lily sneered, her expression icy. Lilian frowned. “Correction: it’s your fiancé who keeps bothering me. Maybe you should consider putting a leash on him to keep him in check,” she said with a calm but pointed smile. Lily’s expression twisted with anger. “Who do you think you are to claim Marcus is chasing after you?” she retorted, her tone dripping with disdain.

A sarcastic laugh escaped her mouth. "You know, it’s easy to find me. Just call Anton, and you’ll definitely track me down." "Tsk. You’re really itching to replace me, huh? And what do you call me in front of your lover?" "Brandon!" Avrielle's ears burned with anger at Brandon’s words. She clenched her fists tightly in frustration.

I sent it all to Ethan, the talent agent I knew, asking him to shop it around quietly. Then I started packing. Just the essentials. Enough for each season. A clean break. Jenna pulled up out front just as I zipped my bag. I took one last look at the villa, the sun glowing on the windows. My eyes were swollen but dry. Jenna reached for my hand. “Looking back at your ex is like driving with the rearview mirror taped to your face. Guaranteed crash.” I gave her a faint smile. “You’re right. Forward it is.”

"Huh? What do you mean? You know Ericka can be stubborn. She just proved it to you recently. So, I'll advise you let Adam tag along. He'll do her some good. They're friends and he lov..." "Don't Red! Don't even say it!" he warned speedily. Possessive much "Tch! Why are you possessive of her? You've already rejected her and.." "Can't I go one day without getting remained of that? I know I rejected her but she is still mine. Ericka is mine. I won't let that omega snatch her from me. She's mine Red! Ericka is mine. She belongs to me, myself and mine . I won't let my mate go. Even though I rejected her, I'll make amends. I'll apologise and... I'll win her back. I'll win her heart!!"

She said sadly. - What? You're kidding, right? Look at me Camila, I'm about to explode and you're kicking me out? - Yea. I don't want to fuck you until you change. Your possessiveness is... making me very confused. How could he be so jealous, so possessive, and not say clearly how he felt? Maybe he just liked her like he liked all women. Maybe he was possessive and jealous of all the women he slept with. How could she know? She wouldn't stoop down and ask if he loved her. He would laugh at her for expecting something as useless as love.

She walked towards me, and I averted my eyes from her. "What are you freak doing here in the meeting of wolves?" she said with an arrogant face, and I rolled my eyes at her. "I have every right to be here. I will get my wolf spirit on my 18th birthday," I said in a confident tone, even though I had no chance of getting my wolf spirit. She gazed at my bag, and I followed her gaze, finding out that she was looking at the necklace in my bag. I tried to hide it, but before I could do it, Bianca snatched it.