Dominant Possessive Edward Twilight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Even though Edward mostly hated the tea parties, he would still come with Adrian, because Edward loved her, too. He didn't know what had changed him... from the man who wore a pink tiara in his head just so that he could please four years old little kid, who was adamant about they all wearing the tiaras, to someone who would kidnap his sister, just to protect his f*cking betraying back. Adrian would never know the answer to that question... because the next time he saw Edward, he wouldn't hesitate as he did. He would kill the bastard and be done with it. There would be no way Adrian would let him roam the roads of Astoria, with his darkness. He left blood and bodies wherever he walked and th

With this newfound identity came a profound sense of belonging, a connection to a realm beyond my wildest dreams. I gazed up at Edward, his tall, imposing figure cloaked in an elegant black-and-silver coat that shimmered with Fae magic swirling around him. His eyes, softer than ever before, met mine, and a smile graced his lips, causing my heart to skip a beat. As he approached me with smooth, deliberate movements, the crowd parted for him, revealing a quiet sadness lingering in his gaze. He had changed, bearing scars from battles fought, both seen and unseen, but finding peace in me as I had in him. "Edward," I murmured, knowing my words could never fully convey the depth of my love for him

Reaching out to hold her hand, Edward whispered in her ear, "What do you mean, 'spout nonsense'? My sister said she's so possessive that she can't bear to hear someone call me by a nickname." Ophelia was befuddled. "She's not even your sister. Who would be so pretentious enough to call someone 'Eddy' like they know you well enough?" With that, Ophelia stopped paying him any mind. However, when she turned around, she caught Camilla's teasing gaze. When she turned around again, her eyes met Edward's smiling eyes. Ophelia continued to distribute the fan merchandise without another word. Edward didn't want to let Ophelia do all the work, but the latter didn't want the "drivers" to get involved.

“That’s why I asked you both over today, I wanted you to help me find a Luna for Dominic, since he doesn’t have the time to search for himself… that is, assuming you can still stand the sight of me.” “Gloria, you listen to me now.” Edward instructs, sounding more stern than I’ve ever heard him. “You’re going to be my daughter whether you marry my son or not – and it doesn’t matter one bit that you’re human. You’re giving me a grandpup, and that makes you family forever.” I pull away from him slightly, tears streaming down my cheeks, “you mean you don’t hate me?” “Of course not!” He admonishes. “I couldn’t if I tried. You didn’t ask for any of this to happen, Gloria. You’re just doing the bes

and she felt sad again. Then she perks up excited and says, "No wait, baby, there is a woman he is seeing, she is at the club, I met her the other day and it's the way she looks at him, now that I study it," and I said, "Can I?" I bit her wrist and she was right, she looked at him like she wanted to tell him something, pure adoration like she was in love with him and I linked T.J. to get Jazzy over here, she was T.J.'s Delta. Ty mind-linked me that it worked after Domar marked Johrir and he marked them back, he felt the bond and he kissed his mates happily. I told Ty about what I found out and he wasted no time trying to get this woman, he wanted to save Edward so badly, they were close and

“She was someone who thought she could own me.” My stomach knots, and I swear the room tilts. “And?” Edward smiles then—slow, predatory. “And she learned the hard way that no one owns me.” His words settle over me like a warning, a claim. My breath is shallow, my pulse erratic, but I meet his gaze head-on. “What happened to her?” I whisper, even though I’m not sure I want the answer. His fingers tighten around my waist, possessive, unyielding. He leans in, his lips brushing against my jaw in a way that’s almost tender—if not for the weight of his next words.

Bloody hell - it was awesome, sweet madness, once they started there was so much lust they simply couldn't get enough of each other 'Just like gasoline and matches,' Edward said and the flames got higher and higher. Then a time came when they spent the evening discussing fantasies, she loved it. He was very revealing, which surprised her, although it encouraged her to be the same. She told him that she relished a touch of dominance and liked the idea of a second man. 'Ever done that?' he asked, 'I mean, have you ever experienced two men at the same time?' 'No, I haven't, but it's definitely on my fucket list,' she said laughing. 'That sounds very hot,' he said, 'I didn't know that you had a

In fact, the two of them almost touched warmly, but regardless, they were not a legal couple. Edward grunted and growled softly, his chest felt so tight. Then he stood up, walking towards Sicily's room. He gazed sadly at the helpless body of the young wolf that his wolf soul desired. "From today, everything related to you is my business, Sicily. You are mine!" Edward continued to erode his distance from his mate and sat back down on the edge of the bed. He grabbed Sicily's head to place it on his lap. "Sleep, enjoy the healing time in your body, darling. When you wake up, everything will feel good!"

“I’m stronger than you think. Stronger than I have ever been, because of you. Don’t you dare treat me like I’m made of glass.” Edward’s jaw clenched, his hands fisting at his sides. “I know that you are strong. Stronger than anyone gives you credit for. But it’s not just about you anymore. Our pup…” His voice cracked. “I can’t lose either of you. Not because I couldn’t control myself.” I bit my lip hard, torn between fury and heartbreak. The bond thrummed between us, aching with both our desires and our fears. “I want you, Edward,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I need you. But if you keep pushing me away, I’ll start to believe that you don’t want me at all.”

Chapter 1. Crimson Pack Big House. "Edward you're insane, she can't be The Luna of this pack find someone else. Plus It'll be a disgrace to our pack... For Heaven's sake, she's an Omega... A servant nothing else!" Abigail uttered. Shrugging off her statement Edward walks over to the back bar and pours some whiskey into a glass and he starts sipping it as he contemplates Abigail's statement. "She's the only one I want," Edward breaks the awkward silence that had begun to grow.