Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

Chapter One Hundred Sixteen Assistant Kim's question made Bella's mind freeze instantly. She looked up and asked, "What do you mean?" "Possessiveness is something inherent in every person and every living creature. Even the smallest things, like keeping one's belongings, stem from possessiveness. The concept itself is simple, but when it reaches an extreme, higher and higher, there’s no way to escape or control it. The man you are trying to avoid and run away from, I’m afraid..."

she whispered. But the feeling didn't leave. She stood up quickly, pacing across the room. ‘It was just the tension from the night,’ she told herself. The words sounded right. They just didn't feel true. She repeated it in her head, trying to convince herself. That had to be it, because anything else… She froze mid-step. No. She wasn't going there. Gabriella exhaled slowly, straightening her shoulders. “Get it together,” she whispered to herself.

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.

“—will never make me feel like I am.” Her pulse thundered in her ears as his warning hung in the air, every word dripping with possessive menace.

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

I glanced at the paper continuously and figured it was the same initials for the person who sent Priscilla those flowers yesterday. “You may not remember me but I remember you a lot, my dear friend. We had special memories, not so fondly of course but you were a part of my life. However, you stole something from me that would most likely put you in trouble with me. The mother of your kids, Priscilla was mine first before you came and swooped in like an eagle. She's mine, now and I'll make sure to keep her out of your reach. Thanks for pushing her away. Yours dearly, J.T.”

Amy rejected it. Tim was surprised at her rejection. "All things considered, if you don't want to give it to me, will we be able to go out this Saturday, assuming you're free?" Tim asked him as he charmed Amy. In any case, no matter how adorable Tim is, it affects Amy. "No! I'm not free!" Amy's next refusal, as she folded her arms. Tim asks why Amy turned him down, which is whenever a lady first chases him away, since every young lady who approaches quickly gives a number and doesn't have to say two words.

We both smiled when I said that to him. The smile on his face is very obvious and he hugged me tightly. "I don't want anyone to talk to you that close. I'm so jealous." He said while the smile was not removed from his lips. Well, compared before, his smile reached his ears. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you're possessive, Mr. Gomez." His mood changed when I suddenly called him the wrong way. "I'm just fencing off what I own." He answered me. "Yes, Sir Henry." I laughed at his frown because he really didn’t want me to call him sir.

“YOU I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!! YOU ATTACK MY BROTHER I KNOW ITS BECAUSE YOU WANT WHATS MINE” Chase holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Easy there big boy I have no idea what your talking about what’s yours?” Don’t play me chase you know I’m talking about faith” Chase throws his head back and laughs. “And you’re so sure she’s yours?” Colton snarls and bares his teeth and chase. “ENOUGH! Both of you can just fuck off I’m no one’s possession fuck the both of you kill each other for all I care I’m done with the both of you”