I Possess Mga Nobela at Kwento

Isabel was sitting on the bottom step of the staircase staring at her mate who was on the couch in the living room staring at the TV with a blank expression on his face. She sat there deep in contemplation. How does she approach her mate after treating him so badly? She was filled with guilt and remorse for almost killing her mate. Unlike her wolf, her beast wasn’t easy to tame, that was why she had no control of her actions in the last couple of hours. It shows up whenever she is in a very difficult situation or when her anger is at its peak. Ever since Isabel found her mate, she has made a concerted effort to conceal her beast, by frequently suppressing her anger because she feared that he

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

Lucien looked down at the blazing material into his palm. Question marks puzzled across his expression when he stared down. When he instinctively looked up to question Isabella, she was looking hesitated to spill the truths out. Lucien softened his voice, " What is this love? You can share with me anything, you know?" His soothing voice brought courage in her mind. Exhaling deeply, Isabella stated confidently, " I believe that this ornament belongs to Ikaya. I had visions when I touched it. Something is wrong with me, Lucien."

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

Love. “I love you Theo.” She professed . My mouth was slightly agape now. ‘I love you’ ... the words replayed in my ears . Even if I died now , I would surely die happy. I pulled her closer and kissed her. A kiss full of passion and emotions. I kissed her vulnerably , pouring all of my feelings into it , not minding any other thing ... as if we were the only ones in the world. We broke the kiss to catch our breath .

I feel something in my chest that oppresses me. -I will tell you the truth, but I hope that after this you won't react too surprised, if you wanted the truth from me I will tell it to you and it's your decision if you will stay here or go away from me, you are free to do what you want-he took my hands and squeezed them tightly-my power and my wealth have not only been from business and the Miller companies, Beth-he took a deep breath and then let it out was compressed air-I am...

And when I finally saw the sparkle of fear in her eyes when she looked at me, I was filled with a possessiveness I'd never felt before. I've always liked pretty things. Beautiful things. That's why I have the house I do, the cars, the yacht, the contracts I make people sign. But with Isla, I don't want to simply own her. I don't want to just admire her. I want to devour her. I want her to be mine. And now she is.

I inhaled deeply, letting the cold air fill my lungs, hoping it would calm the beast inside me. *Mine. She’s mine.* The thought echoed in my mind, relentless, and no matter how much I tried to push it away, it clung to me. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The possessiveness that had always simmered beneath the surface was now a full-blown fire, consuming everything in its path. I couldn’t deny it any longer. She was mine.

Why am I doing this? Perhaps it is by simple curiosity, or perhaps because I am trying to understand who is really Isabelle beyond the image it projects. I continue to parade. A silk nightie appears, her half -elongated body on an immaculate bed. The light play on his skin accentuates the elegance of the cliché. A thrill travels my spine. I straighten up slightly on the sofa, as caught in the act. Shit. I realize that I went too far. With a quick gesture, I lock my phone and put it on the coffee table. I rub my face with both hands. This is just an I*******m account, nothing more. Isa's point of view

“Did I stutter?” She glanced toward the bed, where Adrian lay unconscious. Then back at Juniper. Her smirk deepened. “Walk away, darling,” she said, voice dripping with condescension. “Or I’ll bury your nonprofit so deep, no one will remember it ever existed.” Juniper’s fingers curled into fists. She should have expected this. Of course Isla wouldn’t just disappear quietly. Juniper forced herself to breathe. “You don’t own him.” Isla chuckled. “No. But I do own you.”