Lucas Possessive Form Novels & Stories

On the screen, Lucas wrapped his arms around Lucy and said indulgently, "What's mine is yours. Why are you being so polite with me?" Using the assets my mother left me to spoil his mistress, and still shamelessly declaring that everything he owned belonged to her. The irony flooded my chest until I could barely breathe. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to rush in front of them and slap each of them across the face.

King lucas recovered on his shocked state and dismissed them all" what's going on ? .... Cara asked him but he closed their distance without even caring if Teressa was there , " You are mine" Lucas told Cara with possession as his fiery eyes glowed again with possessiveness . Lucas , lucas ... Cara called her making lucas take control over again and curse his wolf for taking in control . lucas composed himself and touched her hand , " You have to come with me " he told her as he ignored the spark and dragged her out of the room .

"You think you can just walk away from me, Alice? Do you really believe I'll let that happen?" Lucas's voice, though stern, carried an underlying tone of possessiveness. Alice took a deep breath, summoning her strength, and sat on the bed while covering her body with the blanket. "I'm not your possession, Lucas. I have a right to make my own choices," Alice asserted, her voice unwavering. Lucas, however, seemed unmoved by her words. He circled the room, a predator assessing its prey. "You're mine, Alice. By law or not, you're mine," Lucas declared, emphasizing each word. His intense gaze never left her, as if challenging her to defy him.

He asked and I shook my head, I really wasn't hungry, I just wanted to look for the best way to get back at Ethan, he'd not know what hit him ____________________________________________ We were sitting in Uncle Tony's home office, dad Tristan, Ethan and I. Ethan wanted to show us a new model he was working on, he had been yapping about it to Tristan all week. To him this would push our company further onto the top in terms of sales and contracts. He had his laptop and his flashdrive with him, that was what he would be using for the visual explanation and representation of it. I was sitting on the couch while Tristan was sitting on the arm of the couch and dad was on one of the chairs in fro

"I don't care if he is your childhood friend or not. I don't want him touching you. You are mine, and mine alone." Luna nodded, "Alright I won't let him touch me, happy?" she asked and held his arms. Arthur's muscles relaxed a little as she nodded and agreed not to let Jacob touch her. He felt a flicker of satisfaction at her compliance, his possessive instincts somewhat soothed. "Yes," he replied, his voice still firm. "That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone."

“Sorry, Master.” Lucas gave his usual chuckle and slung an arm around my shoulders. “I’m joking, kitten. But that does bring a question to mind.” As affectionate as he seemed, I could tell he was trying not to touch me too often or too much. His hand curled where it rested relaxed, just over my clavicle and he stared on toward Sebastian with a fresh purpose behind his eyes. “Is it possible our dear host has a pet of his own?” Lucas frowned. His brow furrowed like he didn’t understand the question.

Leo retorted, standing between myself and his brother. This is getting to where exactly I hate it to be. “You think you have some form of ownership on her that you can decide who she speaks to and at what moment. If you narrow brain thinks so then let me break it down for you, you do not own her and I can speak to her whenever I want so long she doesn’t stop me!” Lucas, of course yelled and got the attention of everyone in the kitchen. “You too should drop it!!” I yelled, already frustrated at how embarrassing it is to always be between their spat and stomp out of the kitchen angrily.

So the two of them stepped out of the bar, he couldn't contain his excitement. He was determined to make Sarah his, consequences be damned. He led her to his newest sports car, a sleek and shiny machine that screamed luxury. "Wow, is this your car, Lucas?" Sarah asked, her eyes wide with awe. Lucas smirked, loving the way she looked at him. "Of course. I have a collection of sports cars in my villa," he boasted, opening the car door for her.

It's like he's a beast, eyeing with his prey, ready to strike and to kill. "Do you have any last words?"Yvrozz asked with a cold tone of him while his eyes were glaring at him making Lucas chuckles while he was sweating with bullets. 'Damn. It's bad to provoke a possessive man who's deeply in love with his woman, it looks like he already forget about our friendship already as soon as I flirt with his wife. I'm doomed.' Lucas thought with a nervous smile plastered on his lips then he look at Zenah who was just watching them without saying anything, he look at her like he was asking her to calm the beast. (Beast—referring to Yvrozz.)

Beside him, his business partner followed his line of sight, curiosity flashing in his eyes. Then, with growing interest, the man’s gaze naturally settled on Aurora. "Lucas, is that your girlfriend?" "No." Lucas’ lips curved slightly as he answered in a deep, smooth voice—this time in flawless French. "Elle est mon épouse. (She is my wife.)” His blond, blue-eyed associate stared at him in surprise. But the warmth in Lucas’ eyes disappeared just as quickly as it came. He withdrew his gaze, his expression turning cool and composed once more.