Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

Her chest moved fast with rage, her face tight, her jaw locked. I gave a light chuckle. “Ah yes, you were saying something about me forgetting who you really are.” Leaning forward again, I let my smile turn wicked. “Well, let me remind you,” I whispered. “You’re a nobody. A woman who couldn’t build a life of her own, so you tried to steal mine. You’re a dog without teeth, barking loud but biting nothing. A bitter failure who ruined everything she touched—including herself.” Her eyes glistened with tears, and her whole body began to shake with fury.

Melanie hits the nail on the head and Caleb’s words get stuck in his throat “There is no need to lie to me that I am the first when your experience in the bedroom matters says otherwise, so just wear your big boy pants and suck it up,” Melanie tells Caleb and that amazes him, but she is right, she is not the first girl that he has slept with and he never feels this sort of possessiveness and eagerness to give their relationship a title, so what changed?

{"Never will you ever go close to what's mine. You don't know, but I'm a possessive man when it comes to my things" ~~~ Sophia clawed at Chase's arm as he walked into his room, and he let go of her wrist finally. "I-oww!" She yelped when he took her off guard by forcefully grabbing her arm and pulling her closer to him, her forehead colliding with his strong chest. Sophia raised up her other hand to rub the spot but her palm didn't reach there because Chase gripped her other arm too and she looked up at him. “You are mine,” He growled, staring down at her. “You don't hide away from who owns you, Gattina. You don't do that”

“With just one slap from a pregnant woman, you crumbled like Jericho. You’re weak, and that’s exactly why you’ll never be anything more than a possession to me. You couldn’t handle half the things my woman would take.” “I’m not a possession. You don’t own me,” I hissed, my anger boiling over. “I do own you, but you don’t belong with me. You don’t fit in this world, and everyone knows it. I am sure soon enough you’ll run away—your feet bruised, your hands numb from the cold—but you’ll keep running. You’ll scream that I’m a monster and collapse at your dead mother’s grave, crying that you deserve a better life, that this place isn’t your home.”

A tool. My chest aches as I climb off the bed, crossing my arms to hide my wardrobe malfunction. “You don’t see people, Adrian. You see things to own. I—” I shake my head as my voice breaks, “—am something you own. That’s why you can’t ignore me.” “I—”

“For throwing myself at you like that.” “Don’t apologize,” he said gently. “You were hurt, I understand. But I don’t want to be another pain you have to recover from.” I closed my eyes against his chest. “I hate him. I hate that he still has this hold on me. That he can still get in my head.” “He doesn’t,” Alex whispered. “He doesn’t get to own a piece of you. Not anymore.” I gripped his shirt tighter, like I was afraid he’d disappear.

“What if you’re chasing the wrong woman? what if i am nothing but a mere shadow of your wife” Stephen let out a small, pained smile. “I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my life, Alena, but this isn’t one of them. There’s only one you in this world. I’m not chasing your face—I’m following my heart. I feel it when you’re near, when you smile, when you cry. You’re the only one who can stir my soul like this.” Alena closed her eyes, overwhelmed by his words. She wanted to believe him, but her heart and mind were at war. “I need to go,” she said, her voice trembling. “Rose is waiting for me.”

Will these hot werewolves save me from my curse, or are they too busy fighting for me? If they could share... maybe they could make me forget what I've become...or maybe they won't want to share their mate. My thoughts went wild. I needed to escape from my mind. I needed fresh air. So I grabbed my jacket and headed downstairs. I exited my building and found the parking lot empty as usual, except for my car. I sat down on the drivers seat and closed the door behind me. A few seconds later, I heard a car horn honking in front of my car. I looked up to see my driver looking at me through the rearview mirror.

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

"Who?" "Dylan and that bastard don't have a plan to sell it back again. When I talk to him, that bastard is so arrogant, and I badly want to beat him." I clenched my fist angrily. That bastard Dylan again. He always takes what was mine. First,t that bitch Winter, now my place. "Okay, just forget about it. Just look for a new place for me." I said between gritted teeth. I badly want that place, but Dylan owns it now. I don't want to take it back from him anymore.