Is Being Possessive Bad Novels & Stories

“That’s the point, Cassie. I don’t want Rowan. I don’t want Liam. I want to know I can have them—or at least pieces of them—whenever I choose. The power. The control. That’s the fun.” Cassie exhaled sharply, almost laughing from disbelief. “You’re insane. You don’t even care about love, do you?” “Love?” I smirked. “Love is boring. Possession is better. People fall in and out of love all the time, but when you possess something —when you take it, when it’s yours—it doesn’t matter how anyone else feels. Look at this bag. Piper would probably cry if she knew Rowan bought this for me. That’s worth more than love.”

It seems like it's becoming her habit soon. After a few minutes, he came back, and he barely glances to her side which made me happy. That guy is not stupid after all. I know, I am very possessive, but I'm just protecting what's mine!. Whatever is mine, is mine alone and I don't share!And lately I felt ridiculous over possessive over Alessandra and I don't know, why? I tried to shake it off that feeling, but it comes out naturally and unconsciously I am behaving it that way.

My words were softer, more like a whisper, “We think we’re not like normal people?” “Maybe…” She answered softly, “And we know we don’t have the luxury to take things for granted, maybe that’s what got you so possessive and afraid. So I think when that insecurity of yours is sealed away, you’ll be fine.” “But I still did something so ugly, just because I was afraid…” I answered, “And I don’t know if my possessiveness is going to go away.”

I teased. “I’m serious, Eloise,” he said flatly. I let out a sigh. “You know I’m not a fan of possessive behavior. It’s a red flag.” “I’m possessive of everything. It’s a part of who I am.” “Define everything,” I challenged. “Everything includes how much of my cock you can take in your mouth.” My throat went dry, and I immediately wondered about it. “We just talked about…” “About what?” “About Kyle, Zoey...” I bit my bottom lip. “Just that.”

The three of us became a good team in every play. But as someone said, there is always good in the bad and bad in the good. Just like a Yin Yang. My possessiveness towards her got intensified day by day. I laugh when I remember it. How I always made sure Zoya will play with ONLY me. This possessive nature had always given wind to the fire of my temper and we would end up fighting with each other.

And once she’s ruined, I only want to ruin her again. She’s crawling under my skin. Living rent-free in my mind. And I don’t like it. “She’s just a contract. Just for the month. You know how I get when something’s mine.” Shawny laughed, but I can almost hear anger? jealousy? “You’ve never said it like that before. Never called anyone ‘yours.’” And that’s exactly the fucking problem. I get mad possessive just thinking about her. “She’s definitely messing with my complex, I need to fix it.” I admit, sitting upright.

“Because he’s threatening what’s mine.” I hesitate. “Including me?” He doesn’t answer immediately, but something flares in his gaze. “Especially you.” I suck in a breath. “You know he’ll use me, right? As leverage. As a distraction. Whatever it takes.” His voice drops. “Then he’ll learn what happens when someone touches what belongs to me.” There it is again—that possessive streak. But this time, it doesn’t come off as suffocating. It’s protective. Anchored. Like he’s not just defending his territory… but his person.

“Jealous?” “What? Of course not!” I exclaimed. “Why would I have a problem with that? It’s just… preference.” “It’s called being possessive,” he corrected me. “That’s what mates are with each other. That’s why you have a problem. It’s flattering.” “Flattering?” I asked in disbelief, noticing the satisfied smile on his face, which annoyed me. “Or maybe it’s because every time we’re together from now on, who’s to say you won’t start comparing me to the many she-wolves you’ve been with? Or sneak out to be with one of them?”

I ask, but of course he doesn't like that, he gives me a warning look, "Or you just want to have me stay faithful while you're free to sleep with whoever you want?" "Is there a name for that?" he asks, as if he's interested. Fucker. "It's called being a selfish narcissist," I mutter bitterly, he just grimaces, "We can leave that conversation for later... but I don't like the idea of you being with other people either, Jae. If you feel possessive of me, I feel ten times worse." "I don't think that's possible," he whispers, and kisses my lips before sliding closer to cuddle me. I sigh and let my body melt against his.

‘Yo, stop saying that, if Lady Vero heard that, I am not sure where she’ll put you. “BUT SHE IS MINE!!!” he gritted his teeth when he said that. ‘I know and you are just being a possessive husband. I get that already.’ “Leafa, you know me whenever it comes to my possession. I don’t like to share regardless if it was food, a thing, or a person. If they’re mine, they are mine.” he sighed and reminded her of how he acted around the things or person that was important to him. Overly protective to the point it was looked like a possessive one.