Is Being Possessive Bad

My husband, Matthew Glover, fabricates a scandal to help his childhood sweetheart, reporter Melanie Reed, boost her numbers. "Mrs. Glover Sleeps Around—Multiple Affairs Lead to Repeated Miscarriages." He uses it as a gimmick to grab attention. Next thing I know, my name's in the mud and the internet's tearing me to pieces. When I bring up divorce, Matthew says I'm blowing things out of proportion. "Melanie just started at the TV station. If she doesn't deliver, her coworkers will laugh at her. You're just doing her a favor. It's not like you're actually losing anything." I don't even bother arguing with him. I simply push the divorce agreement toward him. "If you want to help her, go ahead. But we're getting divorced!"

So this is how the mate bond feels. A rush of energy, a pull like gravity tightening around us, and an almost maddening awareness of the other person. I wasn’t about to let it sway me though. Sure, the man in front of me is ridiculously perfect, but I wasn’t some love-struck fool who’d drop everything at the first spark of fate. I had a life, plans, and a fiancé waiting for me upstairs. I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. “Take a number and get in line, sweetheart,” I said coolly, flashing the engagement ring on my finger in front of his gray eyes. “I’m otherwise occupied right now.” …Five years later, when I pushed the door open, my mate remained motionless on a leather couch, his piercing gaze boring into me with a cold detachment that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned back, the casualness of the gesture at odds with the intensity in his eyes. His arms rested lazily on the backrest, but there was nothing relaxed about him. His body was coiled tight, like a predator ready to pounce, and the air between us crackled with tension. “Is my number finally up?” he asks, his tone laced with bitter amusement. “My dear mate.” The words sting, but I can’t deny the truth in them. He is my last chance.

"I'm getting married Eila." The last sentence that he told me before my whole world crashed.. The man that is once my world is now getting married with his first love.... I was once his lover but never been his first love.

[WARNING: This book contains some strong language and depictions of sexual scenes that may not be suitable for younger readers!] {Prequel to 'My Possessive Alpha; Dawn Of The True Blood'} ~ ~ Yumi, 21, is one of those ignorant humans who unlike belonging to a Pack, have little knowledge of those chilli-hot shifters she's often around. When she suddenly receives a distress call from a night club, she hurries to her friend's aid, coincidentally encountering Henry Slater. "I met him...I spoke to him...he helped me...he spoke to me" Henry Slater is the Alpha of Black Forest Pack, the largest and strongest wolf pack in the world. He's a wealthy bachelor and a 'man whore', infamous for his impeccable taste in women. So why is he drawn to this plain human who dares to see him as an enemy? After his first encounter with the only woman who ever shows resistance to the hypnotic bind of his magical orbs, he can't get her presence out of his mind! "Mine...my Mate" Will he ever concede to the Moon Goddess's wish to mate him with such a weak human?

เดี๋ยวนะคะ! ขอถามหน่อย อีตาชัตเตอร์อะไรนี่เป็นสเปิร์มตัวที่ดีที่สุดแล้วใช่ไหม? โอ้โหพ่อคุณเกิดมายังไงถึงได้มีคุณภาพของจิตและสมองต่ำเตี้ยเรี่ยดินต่ำจนสัมผัสได้ว่าเป็นแค่ไรฝุ่นที่อยู่ใต้ธุรีดินของเชื้อโรค เชื้อรา อะมีบา และแลคโตบาซิลลัส!

Erica moved back to Beverly Dale to find out the fat freak she used to bully isn't the freekles boy she used to know. The braces were gone, the shyness was gone, muscles replaced the chubbiness. He is literally a hot piece of cake. The Bryan Andrews that had a serious crush on her years back now checks all the bad boy boxes. Tattoos. Check ✅. Piercings. Check. ✅ . Bluntness. Check. ✅ Dominance ✅ check. Bullying ✅ check. The dark aura around him scares her a tiny bit, what happens when Bryan makes it his mission to take his revenge on her by making her life miserable. Bryan Andrews is dark. Ruthless. Cold. And likes to be in control. Taking his revenge on the princess that ruined a major part of his life was the only thing on his bucket list, his upmost priority without backing out.

Zoe Ailee or Ailee Elysia had to leave the entertainment world after finding out she was pregnant. Ailee clearly knew who the father of her children was because it was only with that man that Ailee did it. Aaron Alison Louvin, a mysterious billionaire who was fucking her the night of the misunderstanding. The man didn't even know the seeds he planted would eventually grow into adorable triplets. Ailee notices her children's peculiarities, when the eldest Loudy can suddenly move at high speed when he is still learning to walk, or Lawly the middle child who can command stray dogs to leave his house, then the youngest Lucille who approaches Ailee while innocently handing over a dead rabbit full of blood. Ailee knew then that she had not slept with a human that night. This was confirmed when she accidentally saw her eldest transform into a tiny grayish-white wolf. Ailee was shocked, but over time, she came to accept her children's identity. Until one day the triplets disappeared. It was impossible for Ailee to report it to the police since her children were 'different' from other children. Finally, Ailee goes to Aaron and asks for his help to find her children. However, at the same time, Aaron was already living with his mate. Tifanny Rhianna, a werewolf who was mated to him.

"Buzz… Buzz…" Alexia's cell phone vibrated as she sniffed then reached out for her phone which was in her side pocket and when she took it out she realized it was an unknown number. She furrowed her eyebrows. "Who in the world is this?" she soliloquized then swiped her thumb across the screen taking the phone to her left ear. "Hello… am I speaking with Alexia Chaney?" A deep male voice came through the phone as Alexia sat upright. "Yes, this Is Alexia Chaney," She clears her throat. "I heard you can play the guitar and I hope you will like a day's job, you will be paid handsomely for it. Are you interested?" said the man again over the phone as Alexia blinked. "Okay, I am interested. What is the occasion and venue?" She asked. "SBE wine corporation will be launching a new wine tomorrow alongside the birthday celebration of the CEO, Richard Robertson, and there will be a night party at his Estate," The man said as Alexia's eyes popped wide open and she parted her lips. She couldn't believe she just accepted an invitation to perform for a man who just wrecked her show. "I will text you the address, first thing in the morning. Get prepared because it is a big party and Richard loves something exceptional," said the man as he hung up.

Brenda didn't mean to fall in love and cheat on her 'contract husband. She just happened to have never tasted what it meant to be loved because in her whole life, she never got it even from her parents. Even though she knew that her mother already sold her and she was bound to a contract, she couldn't control what she felt for Jake William. But she was living a life full of lies to Jake. It wasn't too long when things came falling on her head. Her arranged husband learned that she was cheating. It all got messy and she had to run away from Jake before he found out the truth about her. Years later, they met again, but things changed, Jake was engaged and Brenda's wedding was in a week. However, there was something that didn't change, the feelings they had for each other. Though it was too late, it was over years ago.

The day I signed the divorce papers, I voluntarily gave up custody of my daughter. Because that day, in the courtroom, she clung to her father’s neck, sobbing with all the fury a six-year-old could muster: “You don’t even love me… do you? If you leave Daddy, I’ll stay with him… and you’ll be all alone forever!” In my past life, I had ignored her childish threats. I fought tooth and nail for her custody. I poured every ounce of myself into raising her. And yet… she spent her entire life hating me. Not once did she ever call me “Mom” until the day I died. On her wedding day, she even invited her father’s mistress to the stage to give a speech of thanks. Now, opening my eyes again, seeing that same cruel little face staring back at me, I simply nodded. “I don’t care.” After all… I never wanted a daughter like her anyway.