Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

Possessive. These words filtered through my mind as I faced this larger-than-life figure, his dark gaze penetrating my soul. Anxiety gripped me as I anticipated his reaction, fearful of being consumed once again by a past I had tried to escape. I had been a fool, and the events from just two hours ago reminded me of the nightmare I was still trapped within. "You wretched woman!" the monstrous man bellowed, his voice filled with darkness, echoing through the night air. "I. Will. Find. You." His hand gripped a knife, its gleaming steel a haunting image that would forever be etched in my memory.

stammered what he assumed must be the officer among them, while turning and motioning his men to follow him as he proceeded back inside. Smiling inwardly, I turned back to the garden,leaning on the railing with my elbows. I used my keen eyesight to scan the outermost edges, looking for any sign of the girl, but there was none. She was gone. Suddenly I felt like I was suffocating, a powerful need to know where she’d gone and if she was safe started in my chest and began permeating through every cell of my body, demanding I follow her, to protect her at all costs. Grabbing the rail in front of me I was barely able to keep my feet in place, my mind spinning while trying to understand what had j

“You left her smelling like you. Looking wrecked. Soft. I want that too.” Karius’s free hand settled on the counter beside my hip, caging me further. His body heat soaked through the hoodie. “You’re both talking like she isn’t standing right here listening.” I looked up at him. Those deep green eyes were softer than usual. Still intense. Still claiming. “I am listening,” I said. “And you’re all acting like animals.” Elijah’s mouth curved. “We are animals when it comes to you.” Chase laughed under his breath, the sound vibrating against my neck. “Speak for yourself, captain. I’m a golden retriever. Just… a very possessive one.”

“You want total control. You want to stake a claim, mark territory, and act like a rabid dog the second another guy looks at me.” “Because you’re *not* available!” Chase closed the distance again in half a second. Large hands clamped around my waist like iron bands, slamming me flush against his hips. He was rock-hard, furious, trembling with a possessiveness completely out of control. “You’re mine, Sloane. Every inch of you. I broke you in. I mapped every inch of your skin. And watching him look at you like you’re on the market is making me lose my fucking mind.”

Chase was the only one who could press me like this, but even he was treading dangerous ground. His sigh was heavy. “You’re going to do something reckless, aren’t you?” “Calculated,” I corrected, my tone cool. “Not reckless.” “Calculated looks an awful lot like obsession from where I’m standing.” I stopped, turned, and pinned him with a look that had silenced stronger wolves than him. “She’s mine. That isn’t an obsession. It’s a fact. The bond will make it clear soon enough.” For once, Chase didn’t argue. He ran a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath. Finally, he nodded. “Then tell me the plan so I can clean up the mess.”

When he left, I had been truly distraught; and now, his attitude towards me was as if I were a plaything designed for his amusement — such an asshole. I returned to my apartment feeling cold, damp, and crushed by shame, doing my best to avoid the bellman’s strange gaze, no doubt at my wine-stained uniform. I climbed the stairs two at a time, eager to reach the safety of my apartment, but when I arrived I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. Splashed across my door in red paint were the words: “You’ll be mine eventually bitch!” In the chaos of Lorenzo’s reappearance I had almost forgotten about the run in with my debt collector, Craig Little. I sighed, accepting that I would never catch a break.

she whispered. But the feeling didn't leave. She stood up quickly, pacing across the room. ‘It was just the tension from the night,’ she told herself. The words sounded right. They just didn't feel true. She repeated it in her head, trying to convince herself. That had to be it, because anything else… She froze mid-step. No. She wasn't going there. Gabriella exhaled slowly, straightening her shoulders. “Get it together,” she whispered to herself.

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.

It seems like it's becoming her habit soon. After a few minutes, he came back, and he barely glances to her side which made me happy. That guy is not stupid after all. I know, I am very possessive, but I'm just protecting what's mine!. Whatever is mine, is mine alone and I don't share!And lately I felt ridiculous over possessive over Alessandra and I don't know, why? I tried to shake it off that feeling, but it comes out naturally and unconsciously I am behaving it that way.

Ace said in a threatening yet soft tone which made her remember the old days. "I think you have forgotten. So, let me remind you it again. Always remember this baby girl, you are mine. Mine to touch. Mine to love. And I will not let any other touch what only belongs to me. I won't mind to burn them alive. Trust me, baby girl, I am very possessive when it comes to my things. And you are my woman. The mother of my babies then imagine how much possessive I am about you? The moment my eyes had fallen on you, from the moment you were mine. And I do not share what is mine. When I can not bear any cheap around you, and that bastard dares to propose to you in front of me then imaging what can I do w