Friends Possessive Novels & Stories

“Jealous?” “What? Of course not!” I exclaimed. “Why would I have a problem with that? It’s just… preference.” “It’s called being possessive,” he corrected me. “That’s what mates are with each other. That’s why you have a problem. It’s flattering.” “Flattering?” I asked in disbelief, noticing the satisfied smile on his face, which annoyed me. “Or maybe it’s because every time we’re together from now on, who’s to say you won’t start comparing me to the many she-wolves you’ve been with? Or sneak out to be with one of them?”

Lovingly Yours, Friend

But I'm afraid they don't believe me. Tonight, the owner gave us the whole night off from all our duties, which means we can finally party a little. We go to the club and the place is filled with people dancing with each other, drinking, smoking marijuana, making out... It makes my stomach churn when I think about that stuff. Everyone seems so happy except me. My parents will never believe that I'm really a vampire. The only ones who are truly happy around me are those Alphas who want to make me theirs. The ones who actually like me. But none of them want to marry me. The worst part of this isn't that. The most difficult part is that they don't want to have me as a mate. They still see me as

Lewis scoffed trying to keep his anger in check His thumb snaked to her pouty red lips and slowly begun stroking it "The lips are for me corazón. Your kisses belongs to me and only me. Don't ever let anyone kiss you again. I don't wanna even see you with anything that has 3 legs. Am very possessive corazón. The things I cherish and love,I don't toy with it. And you're one of them. One of my top priority" he said sweetly making sure to stare deep into her eyes Laine gulped down nothing feeling the uncontrollable butterflies dancing in her tummy

She hasn’t stopped begging me to forgive her and explaining herself to me, even though we both know that me finding her with another man isn’t the real reason I am leaving. It’s not that I can’t forgive her, but it’s more that I can’t forgive myself for letting our relationship get to this point. I feel ashamed that we’ve taken things this far. But I guess there’s a certain degree of permanence to purchasing a home together, having a mortgage together, a joint bank account, a joint credit card. There is nothing physically tying us down, but somehow it felt inescapable. Even though it feels like my heart was long gone. I haven’t been present for a long time now.

“Close.” “How close?” I asked. Celeste gave me an irritated glance. “You can’t measure friendship like market volatility.” “You can approximate access.” “Fine. Real friends, the useful kind. Which means the husbands have a channel to each other that never touches a single document you could subpoena. A wife mentions a name over lunch. A dinner gets arranged. Nothing’s ever written down, because nothing needs to be. That’s how access moves at this level. Through the people you decided didn’t count.”

Although we often show signs of being possessive even over the smallest things, that wasn't enough for the two of us to believe we'll be an Alpha. Since everyone believes we'll present as an Alpha, they thought we'll eventually grow distant from each other since Alphas are competitive with their kind. But contrary to everyone's belief, Mirco and I don't see each other as competition. In fact, we helped improve each other. Because that's what friends are for, right?

he replied to me while holding my hand tightly. I smiled. Rupert was extra careful, caring, and a bit possessive tonight. He barely disappeared beside me all night. I was not sure if being possessive was also part of sexual relationships like what we had. But to be honest, it feels good when you have someone who is being greedy of you. For others, possessiveness was irritating... I used to say that... But it's different when you're in a situation and you're already experiencing it. Don't get me wrong. I was talking about that kind of possessiveness that he wanted you to enjoy every moment with him only— not that kind of possessiveness that he's treating you like a mere 'possession'. Those tw

He wasn’t drunk yet today, but the alcohol was surely making itself known. “Wow, I knew you were kinky, but…damn!” I smirked, teasing him a bit just to see him fumble. “This is a whole new level.” But instead of his usual shy, stuttering demeanor, he looked up into my eyes, holding my gaze as he spoke next. “It’s not kinky, it’s called being possessive.” He said fearlessly. “I don’t want to share your laughter, you happiness with anyone else. If they see it, they will want to be with you…and I don’t want that to happen.”

I muttered, though there was no real bite behind the words. She tilted her head slightly, studying my face again, her expression softening into something warmer now. “You’re ridiculous,” she murmured fondly. “She’s my friend.” “I know,” I replied quietly. And I did. But knowing didn’t erase the feeling. Didn’t erase the tight knot that formed in my chest whenever I saw her laugh with someone else, share warmth that I selfishly wanted reserved only for me. Because the truth was— I was possessive. Not in anger.