Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

"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.”

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.

I said confidently. As I reached up to kiss him again, I could hear a faint rumble of possessiveness and desire from his chest. It mirrored my own emotional upheaval. I traced the back of my fingernails down his side, and he shuddered slightly from the sensations it elicited. He leaned down to plant a solid kiss on my mark, pushing our need and desire past the point of no return.

“You’re mine now, Sunflower.” “I... Fang… I drive you crazy and…” I couldn't get my words out. I should have been outraged that he thought I was something he could own, but deep down I just felt relieved. A spark of excitement sprang to life in my gut at the possessive tone of his voice. “Why me?”

“You don’t own me.” His eyes dropped to my lips briefly before locking back onto my eyes. “Careful.” “No.” I shook my head stubbornly. “You don’t get to do that cryptic intense stare thing every time you’re wrong. You dragged me back here because your ego got bruised seeing me with Ethan.” “My ego?” he repeated with a cold laugh. “You vanished with a man who clearly wants you.” “Oh my God.” I threw my hands up. “Not everybody is obsessed with fucking possession like you are!”

And I can tell that my wolf is pleased as well. With my bag stripped behind my wolf, I dashed into the forest, going through all the woods there. I was moving fast. All I could think of was heading back to the mansion to see Hunter again. I've missed him so much and couldn't wait to get my lips on his again. My heart glowed as I dashed with speed through the forest. From the way I was running, I was sure that I've covered up more than the distance my human legs would have covered. I dashed with speed, passing through the trees there.

Jake, standing beside him, echoed the sentiment, his own eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "We’re ours, Lila. All of us. Forever. You are the center of our world, the very air we breathe. To think we would willingly leave you is an absurdity." The possessive “ours” hung in the air, a declaration of their unified intent. It wasn’t just a word; it was a brand, a mark of ownership that resonated deep within Lila’s soul. It was a promise of safety, of unwavering devotion, a fortress against the anxieties that gnawed at her. They were hers, and she was theirs, a trinity forged in desire and unbreakable loyalty.