Jealousy Vs Possessiveness Novels & Stories

I can’t recall ever feeling jealous or possessive about Mike. Heartbroken yes, but when I learned he was cheating I didn’t feel envy for Kate, only sorrow for myself and all those wasted years. But I feel jealous now. I feel a possessive fury unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Something raw and primal is building up inside me, and I don’t know how to identify it or reign it in. Is this the pup too? Staking its claim on its father? Or have I lost my mind?

“I’m a jealous man, and I don’t think I could handle your work. I would support and cheer for you, but knowing men had magazines of you in lingerie on their nightstands or that hundreds of thousands of people were watching you strut down a runway on national television practically naked…” I knew I sounded like an ass, but it was better to be honest than to try to suck it up and end up draining her of her enjoyment of her career throughout a relationship. “I like a possessive man.” Giana purred, running her hand up my chest, letting her fingertips play with my beard before she let it slide back down to the waistband of my pants. “But, you’re right. It never would have worked.” "I've been told

He never was. But people like Derek are never meant to be important. They are meant to be useful. There is a difference. I lean back slightly in my chair. “He still thinks he owns her,” I murmur to myself. The thought alone is almost amusing. Men like him always believe possession equals love. And when that illusion breaks… They become predictable. Jealousy is one of the cleanest tools I have ever used. It does not need force. It does not need instruction. It only needs direction.

I'm sure that I have seen her being jealous with my own eyes; and if there is nothing in her heart for me, then why… Why was she getting jealous in the first place? I have to talk to her, I have to ask her this question directly… What if everything falls in my favor, and I finally get what I have been longing for, for so long? Because there is no way I have mistaken that look in her eyes. And the only reason someone would feel jealous over such a thing, is because they still have a sense of possession towards that person… and for the period I have known Emily, I know she is extremely possessive about everything she considers hers… everything she is attached to.

"You're jealous." "I'm possessive," he corrected, his voice dropping to a growl. "There's a difference. Jealousy makes you weak. Possession makes you dangerous." Harper's fingers tightened on her phone. She could feel the evidence of her arousal between her thighs, the lace of her panties suddenly too damp and...constricting. "You have no claim on me," she whispered, but the words lacked conviction. "Don't I?" He sounded amused again, but his tone was darker now. "You came on my fingers, Harper. You begged me to make you come. That's a claim, darling. A permanent one."

Oh. "There's no need to be jealous," I assured him. "I'm not jealous," he said smirking. " Jealous is when you want something someone else has." "Then what are you?" I asked. "Possessive," he answered. "I want what's already mine." My mouth went dry hearing this. Damn, that shouldn't have been as sexy as it was. I finally found my voice. "I'm not a possession," I said shakily. He smiled. "Not yet. You'll come to be mine the same way I am already yours."

He questioned. "Well I might get pissed at him but if she's the one throwing herself at him then I will stop her," I shrugged knowing fully well that I was blinded by rage whenever I see a girl close to Mark, just like that bitchy secretary of his, I wanted to pluck her eyes out the other day. "So you are saying you don't think of any violent thoughts when you see her trying to seduce him?" He smirked. "Maybe a little" I answered sincerely. "There you go, you are possessive too even and that is different from being jealous. Jealousy is for those who are either interested but don't think they have the right to, or for people with trust issues" He said and I nodded.

The third time—when her gaze lingered just a second too long, I felt something snap. Jealousy is an ugly thing. It doesn’t announce itself politely. It doesn’t wait to be understood. It hits fast, sharp, and without regard for context or reason. And it doesn’t care how old you are or how disciplined you’ve trained yourself to be. All it cares about is possession.

"I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!" He was possessive of her. He said while biting and sucking her neck roughly. He was making sure to print her body with his marks. He wanted to witness only his marks on her beautiful milky skin. He knew he was jealous, but he had always been possessive about his things and Eva was his wife…one and only wife. The wife he never wanted who was making him crazy for her, but she didn't know at all. In her case, his possessiveness doubled as he started to feel things for his little innocent wife and the thing he had for her was obsession and for him, what was wrong with obsessing over his wife. She's his and he can

My girl wouldn't admit defeat so easily. But my pride quickly turns to jealousy when I notice the guy from the rock climbing standing beside her. The way he leans in close, his attention fully on her, ignites a pang of possessiveness in me. I thought we had an unspoken understanding, but now I’m questioning everything. The scene stirs a storm of emotions, blending pride, jealousy, yet determination to reclaim my place by her side.