In My Possession Novels & Stories

I wrapped my arms around my body, trying to keep myself from falling apart at his feet. “How could you drag me out of there like that and try to have your way with me like this?” I asked, shaking my head at him, disgust evident on my face. “Have you gone mad?” “Yes,” he breathed out. “The moment I saw you with him... the way he was looking at you. The way you were smiling at him… I lost my damn mind, Joanne. You are mine—” “I am not yours to possess,” I tell him before I could think better of it. “I am a person… not a possession. You can’t own me.”

"Yes, curse, rant, hate. None of it changes that yer mine, lil wench. A perfect piece for me to fill. I own you, Little Raven." "And this." He planted hard into me to emphasize what he was telling me he possessed.

He leaned towards me and whispered. "I own the place."

I try to show him with my actions and gestures that I’m all his. I don’t find his possessive attitude annoying, I have to admit I quite like it. For years I waited for this special person whom I can be possessed of and who would be equally infatuated with me. And now that I have it, I’m planning to thoroughly enjoy it. I’m proud of my mate, he’s fucking gorgeous. I’m happy to show him off and flaunt him on everyone’s face.

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."

"First, because you asked, and second because it's yours. Everything I have belongs to you." Fuck, the creep is possessive too. Am so doomed.

I don’t know why I feel so damn possessive of this woman. This woman who won’t be claimed.

I asked. " I guess it didn't. My jealousy got the best of me." He says. " Alpha's and their possessions. It's pretty f**king pathetic." I say. " What do you mean possessions?" He asked. " Well, that's all I am to you. Isn't it?" I asked. " No. You are not my possession. I don't own you. We belong to each other. That's the way it is meant to be." He says. " Well, it doesn't feel like it sometimes." I say turning back to look at the clothes in the wardrobe.

The air was thick with tension, the silence between us heavy. Mark's voice sliced through the silence, his words dripping with possession. "You're my possession," he declared, "You're not allowed to eat with anyone apart from me, your husband, or the kids." My mind reeled, stunned by the audacity of his statement. "His possession?" I asked myself inwardly I felt a chill run down my spine as the weight of his words settled upon me. Was this what our relationship had devolved into? Was I nothing more than a possession to him?

That’s how he sees me, because deep down, he still blames me for why Mom’s gone. We finally arrived in front of a tall gate. Above it, there was that said Allard, and it looked like it was made of gold. Allard? You mean Aaron Allard? The famous business tycoon who owns those world-renowned resorts and hotels? What could Dad possibly want here? And if we’re here at Aaron Allard’s place right now, that means we’re also going to see- “I’m glad you made it here safely, Mr. Lucas. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to my humble home. I’m Aaron Allard.”