Friends Possessive Novels & Stories

There's room for both of us. Paige climbs in. I climb in beside her. "This is ours," she whispers. "This is ours," I say. She falls asleep. Her hand in mine. I stay awake a little longer. Watching the city. Watching her. This is ours. I never thought I'd have this. But now that I do, I'm never letting go.

The forest, unchanged. But inside their home, everything had shifted. They didn’t speak again. Not with mouths. Nuri reached up and laced her fingers through Kalmin’s. His grip tightened immediately. And deep inside her mind, she felt the answer. ‘Always.’ Her possessive mate. Her feral soul. Her forever.

“Oh, so you're one of them. News flash—just because a woman is with someone doesn't mean she's his property.” He laughed. “No need to get all defensive. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant… I'm the possessive type. When I value something, or someone, I consider them mine. Not in a material sense, but in responsibility. If you matter to me, you become my priority, hence, my property.” That explanation made more sense, but I still wasn't interested in pushing the conversation further. “Right.” “I see you haven't ordered anything. What would you like to drink?”

That night lots of things got lost from me, things that I didn't know I had, things that I don't want back, things I want to feel again. It's been a total of six months and five days since I exchanged vows and rings with Gianni and all my husband does is come home every day, showers, and then pushes himself inside me, and with two thrusts he's done, then he leaves me there and probably goes to his other lovers. The words of my mother float in my head- telling me that it is okay for a man to have other women even after he was married but a woman must stay completely devoted to him. This regime carries out every day and there is never a day where I don't feel utterly useless but still complete

Our actions could potentially harm our mate, which I wanted to avoid. “I don’t care who the fuck he is,” Chase snarled at me, his voice low and dangerous. He was becoming more possessive than I was, a situation that was starting to bother me. “I don’t want him touching what’s mine, Cam. If it’s not you, then I refuse to share her with anyone else, not even a friend!.”

Joseph stares at him, asking: - What kind of compensation do you want? The two look at each other in silent confrontation, belligerently. With the status of the two families, asking for money as compensation is the most despised form of behavior, not only damaging the friendship between the two families, but also breaking the bond. If the Touchard family asks for favors today, they won't have a good reputation. - I want your life, will you give it to me? Linda screams out of control. The people in the room are amazed. - What are you saying ?

Maybe they are lovers. "Umm! Do I know you guys?" I asked, and they smiled at me and nodded their heads. "We are friends," The girl said. "We were worried when we heard the news about your operation, and you got memory loss. We wanted to visit you, but Zachary doesn't like us. You know how possessive he is. And he doesn't like us as your friend." "Umm!! Why?" "You know how he is. He doesn't want to have a competition with your attention. So we keep our friendship with him. But the three of us are close. We are like your brother and sister." The girl continues.

“No share.” I giggled, kissing him as he grunted again, squeezing my ass. I don’t mind a mild possessive attitude. It’s when a guy gets too possessive, like controlling, that I don’t like. No one gets to control what I do, when I do something, and never what I wear. It’s bad enough my mother thinks she can control those things. I am never letting a man get away with it.

"Our pack members are uncomfortable." "Nonsense we are werewolf, they understand." He said while making his hands travel from my legs to my core. I hit his hand but he just growled at me. "Don't do that. My wolf is itching to touch you more and more. We are becoming more and more possessive and aggressive at the same time." "But I'm yours and I'm not going away." "You can say that but we feel different. Stallion feels different. We lost our mate once; we don't want to happen that again."

he said affectionately. "Oh, don't lie! You're just saying she's prettier! You've been wanting her for a long time! Maybe you just want her?" "She's just a friend," he said for the nth time. I know that. But maybe I'm just too possessive I can't help but be jealous over her. After all, they are still in the same class, often together in group works, and on top of that, they are closer to each other for a long time.