Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

He will crush you and have fun doing it, he will even smirk to your face while giving you that cold stare. I fell in love with a ruthless man, it's only up to me to guard my heart ruthlessly so that he won't tarnish the beautiful moments that we had and the ones I believe we're going to have in the future. "Mama, we're going to buy my wedding dress tomorrow, you've to get ready. " I told my Mama. " Don't worry, I can do that." She responded. I sip from my cup of coffee and turned to face Gregory. "When are you going back to New York?" I asked.

Mom winked at me and then she left. My chest is beating fast now, and I am not happy. That is true, why would I be happy if the possessive is not listening. Damn you, pussy. Calm down.

It’s the same disgusting possessive look that my father used to give my mother, and it causes so many unpleasant memories to return. “I think what I’m doing is pretty obvious.” Gregory chuckles, grabbing me and lifting. “I’m claiming what is mine.” There it was—the mention of possession that I understood all too well was coming. Dammit. Was he always like this, and I simply didn’t notice? “Who says I belong to you?” I demand as he begins to carry me toward a house that I don’t recognize. “Let me go! Don’t you know what you’re doing is kidnapping?”

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.”

"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.

I was momentarily swept away, drifting into a world of my own. Suddenly, his words pierced through my thoughts like a sharp knife, bringing me crashing back to reality. "Mine. All mine," he declared, his possessiveness hanging heavily in the air. How dare he lay claim to me as if I were some object to be owned? I am nobody’s property! Who gave him the right to own me as his?

asked Chiara incredulously. “No,” I said calmly. “I would kill someone who wins your heart.” Chiara frowned. “Are you so macho that you would apply the phrase 'if she's not mine, she's nobody's'?” questioned Chiara, and I sighed. “Yes,” I admitted and looked at her earnestly, unashamed to show her my nastiness. “I'm possessive like that.” “Thank you for letting me know,” Chiara said sarcastically. “I'm not lying,” I said with a smile.