Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

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.

His. She questioned him about it, challenging him. "Getting a little possessive, aren't you?" He just smiled. "Karla, I don't want to possess you; I want to own you. And I will." You're mine. I want to own you. I will own you. The words kept repeating over and over and over in her mind. She couldn't even function at work that night, because of how distracting his statements were. I want to own you. You're mine. I will own you. So lost in the cycle of his claims that even seeing Paul couldn't shake her out of her distraction.

I inhaled deeply, letting the cold air fill my lungs, hoping it would calm the beast inside me. *Mine. She’s mine.* The thought echoed in my mind, relentless, and no matter how much I tried to push it away, it clung to me. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The possessiveness that had always simmered beneath the surface was now a full-blown fire, consuming everything in its path. I couldn’t deny it any longer. She was mine.

I wanted to pull away, to hide from both their stares, but his grip was iron, unrelenting, holding me exactly where he wanted me. “She belongs to me now,” Kael continued, each word deliberate and measured, meant to hammer the point home like nails into a coffin. “Not you. Not Vale. Not anyone but me.” The possessiveness in his voice made my skin crawl. Not *with* him, not *to* him—*belonged* to him, like a horse or a sword or any other piece of property to be owned and used as he saw fit. The room felt smaller suddenly, the air heavier, until I thought I might suffocate under the weight of both their stares—one laced with impotent fury, the other with cruel possession.

“I’m going to mark you so deep, so thoroughly, no one will ever doubt who you belong to. Not even you.” The words sank into me like hooks, possessive and filthy and toe-curling. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the heat flooding my core, the way my breath came shorter. I laughed. A sharp, breathless sound that came out a second too fast…like my body tried to betray me and I tackled it mid-crime. “Wow,” I said, blinking up at him. “That was… a lot, your majesty. Truly. Congratulations. You’ve officially hit "Most Unhinged Possessive Speech of the Year.”

Or Xavier ends up falling in love with her instead? Chase shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The only thing that breaks his resolve was the fact that Xavier never lets go of anything that belongs to him. He is a possessive maniac. Whether he wants it or not, as long as it belongs to him, he will never let it go. “Penny for your thoughts?" She asked. “Skittles for my thoughts" He said instead. “How greedy of you! You want your gift back?" She chuckled, stuffing more into her mouth.

"Did. You. Fuck. Him?" I throw my hands up in defiance, my voice rising to a shout. "What do you care, Logan? Why does it matter to you?" But before I can continue, he cuts me off, his words dripping with possessiveness. "You. Are. Mine. Nadine," he declares, his voice low and menacing. "And no man, I repeat, NO MAN dares to take what is mine." His gaze bores into mine, sending a chill down my spine as he emphasizes his claim.