Jealousy Vs Possessiveness Novels & Stories

Lewis scoffed trying to keep his anger in check His thumb snaked to her pouty red lips and slowly begun stroking it "The lips are for me corazón. Your kisses belongs to me and only me. Don't ever let anyone kiss you again. I don't wanna even see you with anything that has 3 legs. Am very possessive corazón. The things I cherish and love,I don't toy with it. And you're one of them. One of my top priority" he said sweetly making sure to stare deep into her eyes Laine gulped down nothing feeling the uncontrollable butterflies dancing in her tummy

"I haven't introduced you to the pack and I don't want any unmarked male staring at you or touching you." She scoffed, "Why?! You think I'm unfaithful!" "No babygirl, I just don't want any males around you okay? Now please don't make a scene right now at 9 am, it's too early for me." He groaned and she huffed. "You think I'm making a scene? Well, what about you? You being jealous of males." She spats. "Men's need to act possessive over their mate, it's called possessiveness and protective." He reasoned.

Her very existence fills him with joy, and he yearns for her affection and attention, believing that she holds the key to his happiness. Yet, intertwined with his love for Nora is an overwhelming possessiveness. Jay's thoughts are clouded by jealousy, unable to bear the sight of anyone else receiving her attention or affection. He wants to be the sole focus of her world, and his inner turmoil intensifies whenever he sees her interacting with others, fearing that he may lose her to someone else. In the depths of his being, there also exists a sense of entitlement, a belief that Nora should reciprocate his feelings. He struggles to understand why she doesn't see the depth of his love, becoming

“Or what? Are you jealous of him?” “What? What do you mean by jealousy? This guy is not to be trusted around you and moreover he is a dubious gamer and you are not his target.” “I don't know what you are talking about and of course I will never understand you. And I know you will not be jealous of him even if I want you to be. You keep being possessive of me but you don't even care about me, you don't care about my feelings and you don't give me enough attention.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” “Maybe a little of both.” The thought of someone else trying to take her away is something I’d never imagined. Now it's in my head. And it's making me mad. Is it jealousy? I don't know. But whoever lays a hand on my Desiree will lose the hand. “You’re the possessive type, aren’t you?” Desiree asks. “I suppose I am,” I admit. “When it comes to you, I find I don’t want to share.”

“And what I want is you.” The words hung in the air, electric and charged. I felt a blush creep up my neck, and I quickly averted my gaze. “You’re getting jealous over nothing,” I mumbled. He moved closer, his hand reaching out to tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “I’m not jealous, Aryn. I’m possessive. There’s a difference. I don’t share what’s mine.” “I’m not yours,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"It could be. But obsession does not care what the other person wants. And I have spent months watching what you want and adjusting everything around it." I looked at Ivan. "And you." Ivan pulled one knee up and rested his arm on it and looked at me directly. "I was jealous of Castro's offer," he said. "Not because I thought you would take it but because for a moment you considered it and I realized that I had no right to be angry about that and the fact that I had no right made me angrier." "That sounds like possession," I said. "It is," he said without flinching. "And I am working on understanding the difference between wanting to keep you and wanting you to stay. Those are not the same th

“And since I’m neither of those things, you don’t have any claim over me. Which makes all these irritating actions you keep showing… completely pointless.” And, suddenly, he took a slow step forward, closing just enough distance for his presence to press a little harder into the space between us. “If I told you that I don’t like seeing you with other men especially low-ranked ones, would that change anything?” His stare didn’t waver. “Like I said, I only get mad because I’m seeing how easily you’re able to be comfortable with others. And I thought, I was the only one you were like that with.” “Jealousy,” he said next. “Can show up in different ways, whether it’s toward your mate, your friend

And so did every other man in the restaurant. It was fine by me to have other men admire my possession. I didn’t mind if they looked, if they admired what was mine, if they envied me. I wanted them to envy me, to have blue balls while thinking of my double-barrel-of-perfection-wife. As long as they don't touch her, we're good. Their imaginations were free to run wild. The rage I felt seeing another man touch my woman was insane. It was familiar, because I've always had a temper. But then there was something else, an unfamiliar feeling that was attached to it, possessiveness.

I felt dull compared to her shine. I watched Elise laugh, throwing her head back. She was touching him too much. Her hand was on his neck. She was pressing her body against his. A sharp, hot spike of something ugly twisted in my gut. Jealousy. I had never felt this with Leon. When Leon cheated, I felt betrayed. I felt sad. But I never felt this burning, possessive urge to march over there and shove a woman away. I have no right to be jealous, I told myself sternly. This is a temporary marriage. He is doing me a favor. He is allowed to have friends. He is allowed to have a life.