Jealousy Vs Possessiveness Novels & Stories

As he waited for their drinks to be prepared, Arthur's mind kept wandering back to the incident with the man at the table. He couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy and possessiveness that had come over him when he had seen the man talking to Luna. Seeing another man look at her with desire had ignited a primal instinct within him, a need to claim her as his own again. After a few minutes, the barista called out their order, and Arthur picked up the cup of coffee. He walked back to their table, still lost in thoughts of possessiveness and jealousy. He placed the coffee in front of Luna, trying to suppress his lingering irritation.

“Because we were best friends, and I wasn’t ready to destroy that. Because back then, he never showed interest. Not even a flicker.” Quinn nods slowly, considering. “And now?” “Now?” I exhale, swirling the liquid in my glass. “Now he gets this look every time I’m near another guy. The kind that’s not just jealous. The kind that’s possessive.” “Or maybe,” Quinn says carefully, “it’s not that deep. Maybe it’s just the kind of jealousy that comes from being replaced. From losing first place.” I lean back, snort under my breath. “Jealous as a friend doesn’t end with him naked beneath me, whispering my name like it’s the only word he remembers.”

“Let’s make him worry for a few more minutes. Nick had never been a jealous guy, you know. He had never been possessive. That’s how I knew you were different. He was different with you.” “Is that a bad thing?” He shook his head. “It’s never a bad thing if your man shows that he’s scared out of his skull to leave you in the hands of another man—even if that other man is his own brother.” “But isn’t that a sign that he doesn’t trust me?” “Jealousy is not always a sign that he doesn’t trust you, princess. It’s also a sign that he doesn’t trust the guys around you and his own ability to keep you,” he replied.

“Why do something myself when I’ve got wolves who love me enough to do the dirty work? Plus, if I handled it myself, there’d be nothing left of them.” He whistles low, clearly impressed. “So violent.” “Don’t act like you’re any better,” I shoot back. “You’re just sneakier with your possessiveness.” “Babe, I don’t hide it. Never have.” I glance over at him, serious for half a beat. “Fine. I am jealous. And possessive. And I don’t want any bitchy she-wolf near what’s mine.” His eyes darken, and a slow, satisfied smile spreads across his lips. “Good.”

It's like he was silently debating about something, which I am dying to know now. "I've been dying to know the answer to this, you know? I know we're exclusive. But don't you think that being jealous and being possessive is too much? We're just fuck buddies. We're not dating. And being jealous and being possessive should only be applied to someone you're in love with, and—" "And it so happens that I am in love with you."

For a second, guilt punched through the jealousy. Because she was right. Every threat around her existed because of me. Still, possessiveness drowned everything else. “You don’t need him,” I said roughly. My hand slid slowly along her side, gripping her hip possessively. “You have me.” The air changed instantly. Tension exploded between us like gasoline catching fire. Elara’s breathing quickened. “So that’s what this is?” she whispered. “Jealousy?” I stared down at her. “No.” A pause. “Ownership.”

With his hand around my throat and my wrists bound, I’m completely at his mercy right now again. “Look at who owns you, Little mouse, " he said and if it was in the past, I would have told him he is wrong but right now, I didn't have time for an argument. “Look at how your body submits to me as if it were made for me. You are mine and you will always be fucking mine.” Liam said and I want to admit that he is actually jealous of the male friends around me. What level of possessiveness is this? “ You’ll never belong to anyone else but me, little mouse.”

I mean, I had thought of that too—Navid, being jealous—but it still sounded unreal and. Kento: Believe me. I've been friends with that asshole for years. I know how he gets when he's jealous and being possessive. It's positive, Elle. He doesn't want to share you with me. I am just not sure though if the reason why he's being possessive of you is positive. Kento: But hey! That's still a good thing, right? No matter what the reason is, it still doesn't change the fact that he's being jealous and possessive.

“I can’t stand the idea of you being with anyone else, Grace. Only I can touch you until you’re officially not my wife anymore.” “Your possessiveness is suffocating, Steve. Let’s just get through these last days and move on with our lives.” She insists, constantly trying to break free from my hold. I take a deep breath to compose myself before moving away from her. Then we head towards the car, my mind racing with possessive thoughts. The drive back home is filled with silence. I just can’t shake off the image of her talking to that man, possessiveness and jealousy are driving me insane.

The official waltz soon starts and as expected, Prince Virgil takes me on the dance floor and we waltz gracefully. "I don't think I need to remind you to stay away from other men." He whispered to me. "I'm sorry about earlier, but we didn't even talk, he just saved me from falling, that's all." I said and he bit on my neck softly and I gasped. "Do not dare mistake me for the easy or jealous type, I'm not jealous, I'm possessive. Jealousy is when you desire something that isn't yours but possessiveness is protecting that which already belongs to you and you my dear kitten, belong to me. I would much appreciate it if you realized your worth." He whispered and his words caused a shiver to run d