Lucas Possessive Novels & Stories

May mga ilang bahay sa paligid, pero hindi ganoon ka-crowded ang lugar. "Ayos 'to ah," ani Eros habang pinagmamasdan ang bahay sa harapan nila, "Bibilhin mo ba ang property na 'to?" Umiling si Lucas, "Hindi. Property ko 'to. Minana ko sa mga magulang ko pagkatapos nilang mamatay. Dito ako lumaki sa bahay na 'to bago kami napilitang tumira sa probinsiya." "Oh... Nice house."

⸻ Her eyes widened slightly. ⸻ “Nope.” ⸻ “And possessiveness.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Amara stared at him. ⸻ “…Absolutely not.” ⸻ A dangerous flicker crossed his expression. ⸻ Too late. ⸻ Because she noticed that one too. ⸻ “Oh my God,” she whispered. “You already have the possessive thing.” ⸻ Lucian didn’t deny it. ⸻ That somehow made it worse.

“I take everything from him.” The words are calm. Too calm. “I strip him of everything he has,” Lucas continues, his gaze locked onto mine, unblinking. “The business. The name. The life he’s built.” His tone doesn’t rise, doesn’t need to. “And when that happens—there will be nothing left.” “Will you still feel as confident,” he adds, quieter now, more pointed, “knowing that it’s because of you?” There it is. Not just a threat—

He stood at the entrance of the door, his gaze resting on mine. “At least, don’t abandon your position in the company. You’re as much right over there as I have. Come back to work.” “Lucas owns part of your company. Not mine. I've no right over there and I don't intend to have anything to do with Lucas anymore,” I clarified his assumption. “No. The shares are yours,” he touched my cheek, lightly stroking it. “Lucas may have bought it with his money but the shares are in your name. You own it and you deserve it.”

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.

My breath stopped. Lucas leaned, his mouth on mine. "Mine," he whispered on my lips as he took the kiss, enveloping us. I trembled. I was his. And he was mine.Lucas hardly closed the door to his penthouse before his hands found me. "Lucas…. " He swept me into his arms, and took me straight into his bedroom. A blur is all: the way he undressed me naked, the way his fingers mapped me like mapping every inch of me into his head. It wasn't a desire. It was love. It was possession.

He claimed me and everyone knows that the property of the devil belongs no one else. "Mine, Princess," he whispered in my ear. "All mine."

Adam pointed out. "You still didn't understand did you?" Matteo asked Adam in amusement. "No, what?" Adam looked confused. "Luca is possessive about his girl. He took the chance to make her his only because the chance presented itself. Now as his wife, only he has ownership over her. Not her father Frank. Now she solely belongs to him. He must have hated sharing the right over her with her father. By marrying her, he seized her father's ownership over her" Matteo explained.

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

he assured her. Lola instantly relaxed after hearing his words. "Is he alright? I thought I must have killed him with a single push" she muttered. Lucas's eyes became dark, as his beast came to the forefront of his mind. 'She is ours. How dare he touch her' his beast announced possessively. Lucas agreed with his beast, even though he is not understanding why he couldn't imagine anyone touching her. They are not in any kind of relationship, but he cannot ignore the possessiveness that is burning inside his heart like a wildfire.