Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

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.

It was exhausting. Chase was napping at my feet, draping his giant body all over the place and his ears twitched each time I made a sound. The poor dog had a slight stomach ache after all the food and ice cream it binged on yesterday. It’s my fault. I was so reckless. Reckless Reckless That word filled up my mind with steamy hot flashbacks of dirty sex and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop it…and failed. Take me to bed, Adonis

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the oppressive feeling that had been weighing on her disappear. She glanced discreetly at the man across from her. He was leaning back in his chair, exuding a sense of casual laziness. The smoke curled around him, and his face gradually softened. 'Why does he have to be so possessive?' Elliot's mood had improved, but Chase was being driven to frustration. "Who are you calling a scumbag?" He exclaimed. Sophia did not seem bothered by his frustration. "You, of course. Haven't you always played scumbags on TV?"

“—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.

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”

I muttered and she smiled before turning around and kissing my lips. "I love you too Ethan" I will never get used to hearing her say that It gave me goosebumps and butterflies everything she said it. It felt like I was a highschooler with her but I didn't mind. All for her She became mine to posses the day she walked into that door with my parents She was my possession We have finally come to the end of this book 😁😁😁 It was very fun writing about these two characters.

"You are my possesion. Whatever I want I get" His voice boomed with power and authority. I was confused. I had no qualities. I was not an American top model, I had no status or cliche I would even compare my self with with a distinct fashion designer because she wears designer clothes but he choosed to own me. Someone with baggages a person who has burdens, someone who had nothing concrete to give a man like him even though a man like him had everthing and yet he choose me.