Friends Possessive Novels & Stories

Ashley I couldn't believe my eyes, I know Nicklaus is rich but I never know he's this rich, I can't still believe it so I turned toward him "What did you say?" "Kitten I own this Island and now it's officially yours" "What…what…I don't get it?" I asked looking at him confused, I watch as he walked close to me, he turned my back to face him and he whispered in my ear "I bought this yesterday, and it's officially yours"

I shook my head negatively and told her matter-of-factly, “It’s nothing.” I refused to let her know that Jade was jealous of her and of our friendship. Not because Camelia might take offense – though it was a possibility – but because I, too, didn’t like when Jade was buddy-buddy with anyone but me. This possessiveness came with the territory, and there was no way to be indifferent, lest one didn’t care for their mate – which was unlikely unless they rejected one another.

they belong to us. Erasmus is right; she belongs to him and her wolf belongs to Erasmus, he claimed her that night, and his claim still remains valid so long as she isn’t joined to another. She is his, she belongs to him, and he’ll be damned before he lets anyone else have her… or kill her.

He paused at the door, “When you make up your mind what you want and let me know.” As I watched the door shut I sighed, was I in the wrong here? Trust was earned and he hasn’t exactly been the best about being honest. My last relationship had been controlling and I ran from it. Lucas wasn’t abusive, he didn’t cheat that I knew of but he had the controlling thing down. Looking up I felt a tear slid down my cheek. Lucas wanted to protect me, but he made me feel more like a possession of his sometimes.

"Oh pussycat, we are going to have so much fun when we get out of here. However, if you're going to be my mate, you'll have to understand a few things." "Mate? What happened to hell no?" "I'm not stupid. I know you belong to me. But just so we're clear. I don't share." "Me either." Yeah, Sheng looked the possessive ? borderline stalker ? type, which worked, because she had trust issues too. "Oh, I wasn't talking about you. Although, that goes without saying. I meant I don't share my steak, or my ice cream, or my chips. Actually, if you want to earn sexual brownie points, bring me home some chips, with dip if you want me to lick it off you."

I muttered meeting with Winifred's gaze. Wini's level of possessiveness can be likened to an obsession. She is extremely uncomfortable with the idea of me being close to anyone who is not part of our circle of friends. In particular, she becomes quite agitated if I happen to forge a bond with someone who I feel is worth being called a friend. She knows I don't mingle with anyhow people and once I begin to call someone my friend, that person is just as important in my life as her. And I wouldn't deny that Matt is someone special...

It had me wondering what had happened to him in the past to make him like this. I couldn’t help it if his aloof qualities made him that much more appealing to me though. I smiled at his kind words. This must mean he approves of me. Good. “I really do care for him.” I said back. “I know, I can tell. You and him have a rather strange relationship.” He said, and then he paused for a moment. Then he kept going. “I am a very possessive person. When something is mine, it is fully mine. I’m not one to share.” He said. I fully understood this. I couldn’t imagine his eyes ever actually wandering.

It was obvious now, blatant and undeniable, the possessive dynamic that defined our relationship with Elowen. The casual intimacy of Alaric automatically cutting her food into smaller pieces without even a second thought. The reflexive way I tucked a stray corner of her napkin into her lap. The possessive gesture of Ranon tilting her chin up gently with his thumb to wipe away a smear of maple syrup from her soft lips. Every small touch, every shared glance, screamed possession, a silent declaration to the entire hall. Ours. Ours. Ours. And gods, how the others hated it.

She spoke and I smiled. This is what it feels like to have someone get possessive over you.

"What did I do to earn such a kind boyfriend?" "You endured a toxic relationship", he remarked. He wrapped his arms around me. "And I'm not like Noah, have you forgotten? I'm an affectionate man. I love physical proof of affection. I like to tell you how much you mean to me. I like being around the person I love. I get jealous. I'm possessive. I'm protective. Those are my bad attitudes and I know that, but I won't change that. Just a fair warning." "What kind of possessive?", I immediately wanted to know.