Jealous/possessive Controlling Boyfriend Books Romane & Geschichten

“But don’t assume my answer will be positive. It might be no.” He chuckled, his laughter sending a chill down my body. “Oh, wifey, I expect only a positive answer.” He stood, towering over me. “And let me remind you. What you tried earlier? It musn’t happen again. If it does, the consequences will be severe.” “Why are you so possessive and controlling? It's becoming so irritating.” "You're too beautiful and sexy not to be possessive of, wifey.” I flushed despite myself but I suddenly remembered what he'd done to that man again and my gaze hardened. He seemed to notice it too.

He will do it with his girlfriend…the moment that thought made my heart cold and aching. Why does thinking that Michael could do it with another makes me so uncomfortable? No, that makes me angry. I knew it by dint of being attached to him I became not only dependent but possessive. I don't have the right, I don't want to become like that girl on my sister's show who was so jealous of her best friend's girlfriends that she ruined their friendship. I will never bear to lose Michaël just because I am jealous and possessive. I have to stop sticking to him so much otherwise not only will he not find a girlfriend but even if he does, I will not be happy for him when I should be.

As long as he gets whatever he wanted, the rest would never matter to him. Suddenly, Dianna moved her head sideways. She was moaning with something, and Aaron didn’t do anything, but listen. “Klaud…” “Where are you, Klaud?” Dianna cried in her dreams as she desperately tried to find Klaud. Her eyes were covered in tears which made Aaron jealous and upset. “Huh, that man is causing a chaos even in her dreams!” He whispered and hoped for Klaud’s abrupt demise. The longer he meets Klaud, the stronger the jealousy turned out to be. Aaron was a wise man, but everything turned upside down because of Dianna. His love toward her became a selfish possession.

My hands curl into fists. “Get out of her.” A soft laugh escapes her lips. “She invited me.” “No, she didn’t.” “Didn’t she?” Her head tilts slightly. Smile forming. Slow. Deliberate. Cruel. “She needed control,” he says. “I gave it to her.” My chest tightens. Because that— that’s the worst part. “She doesn’t trust you,” he adds. “And now—” Her eyes lock onto mine. Cold. Empty. Gone.

He would be utterly disappointed in me and then began his litany of saying that I don’t trust him and I’m ruining his life because of me being ‘jealous’. “I’m not being jealous. I’m just being cautious,” I replied but those words seemed to be directed at me. I’ve seen it all now, how much of a fool I’ve been. My betrothed would often give me the silent treatment because, according to him, I’m a jealous monster. And yet he keeps meeting Nichole to ignite that jealous side of me over and over again. And then she’d returned him and I’ll be kneeling before him, begging for his forgiveness like some lunatic saint. I have no choice but to admit I’m the control freak in this relationship, that I am

my heart fluttered at our proximity. “No men shall see your body, except me. Do you understand?” Possessiveness – Check Jealousy – Check Controlling – Check

But there was something strangely satisfying about the way her world seemed to revolve around that letter now, especially since he held all the control. Damien didn’t understand love. To him, love was just a concept, an excuse people used to tie themselves down, make themselves vulnerable, and give others power over them. He had seen it with his own eyes, had watched his own family fracture and shatter under the weight of so-called “love.” No, love wasn’t something he believed in. The very idea of being vulnerable to someone else was something he despised. Ownership, however—that was different. Ownership was control, stability, certainty. Ownership meant nobody could hurt him because he held

"You're right. It's none of your business now." He pulled at his lips, but stubbornness still flickered in his eyes. "But I can't just let go." "I'm thinking clearly now. All I want is to..." His voice was earnest, his eyes bloodshot, his posture humble—almost desperate. "Ethan." I cut him off, my voice sharp and clear. "I saw your texts. I replied." "I thought my stance was obvious." "Fine, let me spell it out for you." "I have a boyfriend now." "He's perfect in every way—except he's extremely jealous, has a terrible temper, and his possessiveness is off the charts."

Gil gently took his hand, conveying calm and understanding. "I understand your feelings, my boyfriend. But I trust you and your ability to control yourself. You are the Greater Archon and you have the superior strength to resist. Don't let jealousy dominate you. Together we will get through this and show our strength as a couple. Don't forget, my boyfriend, I am only yours!"

When I say I’m her boyfriend, I don’t even hesitate. It comes out instinctively like a claim, like a reminder. Like something I’m trying to hold onto before it slips away. It’s the only thing I’m sure of, the picture we've painted in front of everyone. Or at least…I was. But the way she stands there…silent, unmoving, not denying him, not correcting anything, not choosing me. It starts to shake that certainty, crack it and break it. And when he says he wants her… that she’s his now….something ugly twists deep in my chest in a possessive, angry and desperate way.