Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

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.

"Not for dress, Haya. For you. Because if this dress burns, you will feel poor again. You will cry in mansion. I don't want my girl to cry. I want her to feel richest." He lifted her face. "Do you know what possessive bedslave means? People think I own you. Truth is, I am scared to lose you. My heart ran here without shoes. It didn't ask my brain." Haya cried more, put his burned palm on her own cheek, blew cold air again and again, like mother blows child's wound. "Does it hurt?" she whispered. "Yes. But your tears on my burn hurt more. Don't cry, my bedslave."

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.

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.