Is Being Possessive Bad Novels & Stories

I shook my head and tried to focus on work, I couldn't be having such thoughts in the office, else I'd have a bigger problem to deal with. I wonder if she knew of how much she affected me, she didn't even need to do anything, all she had to do was just be in the same room with me and I'll lose my focus withing minutes. ________________________________________ I was exhausted beyond explanation, this would be the fourth apartment Tristan and I would be checking out and I hadn't seen something to match my taste. The others were too big for someone like me, I just wanted a small place, somewhere I could feel at home.

"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."

His sharp stare made me realize that he was indeed saying truth. "You are mine. Mine alone." Possessiveness shone in his eyes. I gulped in nervousness. Whenever I saw this type of possessiveness in him, it made me kinda excited and happy. But now, it made me uneasy, made me scared. "Brandon, this is the last time I am saying. If you ever hurt me intentionally or unintentionally due to your over possessiveness, I will be gone. I will not deal with a boyfriend who can't keep his reason and over possessiveness in check. I will not have anyone abusing me just because he is jealous." I said.

"Of course I am too possessive of people who I consider are mine. So don't even think of changing." ....... [Jacqueline's POV] I know how it feels to never be good enough for someone. How it feels when the people we love don't love us back. Or how it feels when they don't even recognize us. why wouldn't I know? I am A girl who fights her insecurities every day. Who knew better than me, possession is nothing but a feeling of insecurity we develop to deal with our extrinsic circumstances. To fake our insecurities in a wrapped-up great word. But who am I to give someone fake hope.

That was why we brought so many of them. I rubbed the back of my neck because I did think of one, but I was not certain how everyone would feel about it. “Yes. Just hear me out. We need something very believable that would make a scene. Possessiveness is a cornerstone of our species. We have two options. One is that I find someone flirting with you and blow up, or you find someone trying to flirt with me and blow up. However, for me to be so distraught to flee, it should be me finding one of you,” I said carefully.

“Yes. You’re my toy. And unless I decide I don’t want you anymore, no one else is going to have you. Understand?” Sasha’s stomach twisted at his words. She knew there and then that he was obsessed, he was obsessed with the idea of her being his woman only and not with anyone else. She never realized it before until now, he was possessive and obsessed with her but for some reasons it man him more attractive to her. Her only fear is that this possessiveness that bordered on obsession might be harmful to her. She tried to pull away, but his grip didn’t loosen. “You can’t do this,” she said, her voice shaking. “I’m not some object you can just keep.”

' I say mentally. “'I know you're right and I apologize, Mr. Every. But please, let's talk like civilized people.” “We are wolves, you know that besides being possessive, we are territorial and when our territory is not the way we want it, it's our turn to be possessive. In this case, I must be possessive with you, I don't want you to blink and vanish into thin air.” “I assure you I'm not going to run away, but, let's talk. Please, Mr. Every, let's talk.”

"You're jealous." "I'm possessive," he corrected, his voice dropping to a growl. "There's a difference. Jealousy makes you weak. Possession makes you dangerous." Harper's fingers tightened on her phone. She could feel the evidence of her arousal between her thighs, the lace of her panties suddenly too damp and...constricting. "You have no claim on me," she whispered, but the words lacked conviction. "Don't I?" He sounded amused again, but his tone was darker now. "You came on my fingers, Harper. You begged me to make you come. That's a claim, darling. A permanent one."

He wasn’t drunk yet today, but the alcohol was surely making itself known. “Wow, I knew you were kinky, but…damn!” I smirked, teasing him a bit just to see him fumble. “This is a whole new level.” But instead of his usual shy, stuttering demeanor, he looked up into my eyes, holding my gaze as he spoke next. “It’s not kinky, it’s called being possessive.” He said fearlessly. “I don’t want to share your laughter, you happiness with anyone else. If they see it, they will want to be with you…and I don’t want that to happen.”

KATE "I'm here. Do you really think I still need to decide?" he said. "You were a complete jerk yesterday." "I let anger consume me. But how could it be different? Do you think that situation was easy for me?" "No. I know it wasn't, but it doesn't give you the right to act like a jerk." "I'm sorry." "If you want to move forward with this, I hope you commit; you need to control yourself. Your possessiveness is extremely toxic; no relationship would work like that."