In My Possession Novels & Stories

"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."

“Some of them are... strange.” He held in his hands the one possession of mine that truly belonged to me, holding it casually as if it meant nothing. “...Give it back,” I warned quietly. “That’s mine.” It was all I had. The one thing I could use to momentarily escape this world that constantly terrified me. A collection of emotions and memories. A diary of things both from my old life and my new. ...It was my soul on paper. “What do you mean yours? You drew these—”

Love is not in my life, and I do not enjoy being in a relationship, but if my Sunshine wants one, I will be ready to provide it for her because she is MINE. MY POSSESSION MONSTER'S POSSESSION. … Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

All of his body belongs to me! "You are mine, Kai. All mine! You should always remember that I own you, no one else, but me" I growl out the words, my heart swelling with possessiveness as I bring the rag lower and lower. He tenses and attempts to draw his legs together. My lips twitch; he can be so cute. Does he not realize his adorable dick is still exposed even though he drags his leg so close? He panics when I just continue to observe him silently.

The key was still in my fist, now pinned between my own body and the mattress, a hidden shard of betrayal. “Look at me,” he commanded, and I did. I saw the possessiveness, the fear, the desperate need to be my entire world. “You’re mine. Nothing else exists.” He thrust inside. I arched off the bed, a sharp cry torn from my throat. He was so hard, so full, stretching me exquisitely. He didn’t move at first, just let me feel the complete, overwhelming fullness of him. The key dug into my palm.

My heart wants him to hold me tighter cause am all his, his possession, all of me. I remember his confession and our wild last night together, I remember how he devoured my lips with his, and how his every kisses were more passionate than the last, more eloquent than any word could be, how his kisses were intense and rough... I love when he becomes rough with me, I loved how he brought me back to his room and to his bed, how he tore my damn clothes off, and how I let him have his way, how his juicy big dick penetrated inside and drowned me in that possessive love of his.

"There's a person who claims to know where the mixed breeds are being generated from" ××××××××××××××××××××××××

"And mine alone. No one touches what belongs to me. No one." His words sent a hot, liquid thrill straight to my core, a sharp pulse of desire that made me clench my thighs together. I knew I should be disgusted by his remarks. He was my stepbrother, after all. This possessiveness was inappropriate, wrong on every level. But my heart raced, and a tremor of anticipation spread through my abdomen. I couldn't deny it – my panties were definitely soaked now. "You don't own me," I said, but my voice came out breathy and weak.

He said, “Hello, I’m Sergeant Major Trivor Waltman, Nice to meet you, Ma’am!” “Dianna Sy. Nice meeting you, Sir.” “Honestly speaking, this is not a minor robbery case,” he paused and looked around. “Have you checked what was missing?” Dianna sighed and shook her head in disagreement. She called Haina and asked her to tell the officer all the things that were missing. “She knows what’s missing, officer.” Dianna coldly said. “I… I’m not hundred percent sure but based on my findings, numerous things were missing,” Haina gulped for a moment. “The shop’s gold lucky charm, cash, and even the jar of donation for the orphanage.”