Is Being Possessive Bad Novels & Stories

"The ring, the contract… it doesn’t mean I own you.” I realize he’s trying to express something deeper, something that’s tied to his need for control. The way he guards the people close to him, like precious treasures. “But I have to admit…” he continues, his voice quieter now, “I have this possessive streak. It’s like I’m wired to protect what’s mine.”

"My handsome Don is jealous." "I'm not jealous. Jealous is driven by what you couldn't have, possessive is protecting what you have. There's a difference. So, no, little actress. Jealous is not the word to describe what I feel. Because this handsomeness Don of yours is possessive of you." His hand caressing her cheek, his lips just an inch away. He was about to kiss her again, his phone rang. "Answer it." He shook his head. "No, I don't want to."

you might be thinking he is over possessive, but he is not, I'm the person who is over possessive, he is a calm and understanding person, though he is possessive, sometimes he doesn't involve whenever I get close to few people, but I'm not like that, I gets anger so easily when someone close to him you doesn't know anything about me, all you know is I'm innocent, calm and decent person, but there is another side of me which none of you known, only he knows what I'm and how I'm, you thinks he is a bad person, but he is the most good person that day I was not interested to come with you, he forced me to go because he wants you to get happiness, he blamed himself for your unhappiness in the chi

I have to make her submit. He looks at me and continues, “ You seriously got problems, man. I think you're in love with her or something. Even when you're dating other girls, you keep tabs on everything that she does. You need help, man." Maybe Nate's right. Maybe I do need help. But there’s only been one girl that has made me this way, one girl who is always on my mind, in my thoughts and dreams,and one girl who makes me crazy with possessiveness, Bella.

I don't want to anger him anymore. Oh my, what have I gotten myself into?. I already have a possessive man in my life, I don't need another. I swear Wolfie and Max are more possessive than my dad and I'm his only pub. " Yes, I'm your friend a" I tried to talk to him but he bared his canines at me. He doesn't wanna hear that, he wants me to say I'm his. My question is if I do. Won't he become more possessive?.

Nites updated me, joining me back in the lounge. “Is this normal?” “Sir?” “I’m overprotective of her. I’m also obsessed and possessive. I’m not gonna deny that.” “You’re none of those. Obsession is a sickness, and so is possessiveness. You allowed her to have fun with her friends. One thing I can describe about you is protective and attentive. You have the right to do that after what she’s been through and who she is right now. I also think, a man sometimes feels jealous when his beautiful woman is surrounded by sharks and wolves.”

Not like this. Me and my wolf, we’ve always been protective. That’s who we are. We look out for the people we love, the people who matter to us. But possessive? It is something that we hardly feel, well until now. When we found our mate we felt that possessiveness however, I learned to control it. It was nothing like driving you insane kind of possessiveness because as I said if it were the case then Stella's chosen one would have been dead. It's painful that Stella refused me, yeah, but never like this.

She wondered; this man was the most confusing one she’d met. At first when she saw his true nature, she’d hated the moon goddess for pairing her with such a jackass, he might be good-looking, but he had an unwelcome character, one that would repel any she-wolf. But now, after seeing him that day, after seeing the fear in his eyes, he looked so terribly frightened of losing her, of losing something that belonged to him, like he was familiar with the pain of losing something so dear to him before, and he was scared of experiencing that pain all over again. She knew that there must be a reason for this; his possessive nature didn’t come naturally, something must have caused it. She recalled Cia

"Who?" "Dylan and that bastard don't have a plan to sell it back again. When I talk to him, that bastard is so arrogant, and I badly want to beat him." I clenched my fist angrily. That bastard Dylan again. He always takes what was mine. First,t that bitch Winter, now my place. "Okay, just forget about it. Just look for a new place for me." I said between gritted teeth. I badly want that place, but Dylan owns it now. I don't want to take it back from him anymore.

We have to behave ourselves, drink responsibly and no funny business. We'll get to do whatever we want as long as no one gets hurt. But before you ask why, the owner says that when a vampire finds someone attractive enough, he has to give them sex. Well if he thinks that way then he's an idiot. As far as I'm concerned, if I see him again I won't even try to look at him. He should just leave me alone. After all, it's better to be safe than sorry.