Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

I took in deep breaths and tried to reach Zeke who kept snarling as if that would be of any help in this situation. ‘Buddy, what’s going on with you?’ I asked him in my mind. ‘I don’t know, there’s something happening to me….. they stopped it but now that they are no longer beating us, it has resumed,' Zeke said, his voice thundering in anger. He was upset that we couldn’t do anything for our mate. “Mark me and make me yours, rogue king.” Chloe’s affirmation snapped me out of my trance. No!!!! She’s mine!! Adrenaline rushed through my body at the thought of someone else claiming my mate whilst I was still alive. The possessiveness I felt hyped me up.

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

“Vexia, this is my warning to you: I will not tolerate you even thinking about any other man.” I said in a sharp tone. I just realised that I am jealous; these feelings are so new to me. I can not share her with anyone… But why? What is this feeling of possessiveness? I will not let anyone take her from me. I leaned in close enough that my lips brushed her ear. “You belong to me, Vexia,” I whispered and bit her ear. “And the worst part is, I belong to you, too.” I didn't say it out loud.

it said. “Leave me alone,” I texted back. “Never,” he replied. “You’re mine.” I deleted the texts, my body shaking. His interest was scary, his amusement worse. He wasn’t horrified like me. He was excited and possessive. “The chase begins,” he’d said. I wouldn’t let him catch me. I’d fight the bond with everything, my hatred, my weapon.

"Amelia your mine not anyone else's, so how can I be jealous of what is already mine?" "First I'm not an object, and second use the second definition for jealous," "My intention was not to make you feel like an object and still I don't believe or have suspicions that you are attracted to someone else," he corrected "Use possessive," I said and he frowned bitting the inside of his cheek thinking it over, moving my feet into his lap. "I think possessive is the right way to describe my selfish ways," he mumbled looking back to me, his eyes running over my body.

Then, we got down to business. "So, the reason I’ve been so jealous and possessive of you is because you're a Scion." "I'm a what now?" I mumbled with a mouth full of pizza. This part seemed interesting, so I put my slice of pizza back into the box and wiped my hands. Sitting on the couch, I crossed my legs and listened, not wanting to miss any of this. I then sat there on the couch with my legs crossed and listened carefully. After Chase took a sip of his beer, he said, "Don't panic, okay? You’re human."

The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single lamp, its shadows dancing across the gothic arches of the ceiling. My mind raced, replaying the night’s events, Daphne’s attack, Chase’s trembling form under her, the rage that had surged in me when I saw her fangs near his neck. I’d moved without thinking, tearing her off him, my only thought to protect what was mine. Mine. The word echoed in my head, unbidden, possessive, and I hated how right it felt. Chase wasn’t supposed to mean anything to me. He was just a human, a stepbrother I was ordered to protect...a kid with blue blood that drove vampires wild.

"Sure, it definitely is!" Chad yelled loudly. He moved back and forth in the room, resembling a trapped animal. His heavy steps made the floorboards creak. "You are my moon." Belongs to me! I asserted ownership over you. End of the tale." I chuckled. The sound was not cheerful. It was acrid, severe. "Declared me as their own?" Do you refer to it as such? Chad came to a halt in his pacing. Confusion mingled with anger on his face as he gazed at me. "About what are you chatting?"

I asked, tired. I felt so weak, tired of it all. The whole thing had sunk its teeth into me, and I was drained emotionally and even physically. “I'll tell you, Chase.” She set her shopping bags that were an ugly reminded of a guy I was gonna fuck up. “You're so fucking possessive, Chase.” “I can't help it. And I don't think that's the word you mean to use, it's protective.” I corrected her.

After getting into the car, I threw my bag to the side while swearing, “Fuck! Who does she think she is? She’s still the richest woman in Maldiva, but after my father-in-law’s will was read and I got a big share, Becky is like dust on my footstool. Argh, I’m upset.” “Madam, where are we going now?” Nathan asked, my new driver. Oh, he’s not just any driver. I leaned back against the back of the chair and closed my eyes. My head was aching. I wanted to throw this bag in Becky’s annoying face, but if I did that, then I’d be in trouble with the police. The exhaustion faded as I felt the touch of Nathan’s hand on my leg as it moved up and under my dress.