Lucas Possessive Novels & Stories

In his own twisted, possessive way, he was trying. “The only thing I want,” I said slowly, clearly, “is for you to let me go.” He flinched as if I’d struck him again. Then his face hardened, the old possessiveness flashing in his eyes. “That’s never going to happen,” he growled. “You belong to me!” I laughed then, a mocking, hollow sound that hurt my chest. Of course. Even dying, I was still his possession. His property. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing what was his, even to death. I've known Eric to be a monster, but Lucas was much worse.

His hands possessively pulled her behind him. Lucian's eyes narrowed as he glared at Lucas, his grip on the gun tightening. "Don't test me, Lucas. Loyalty can be bought, and I've learned that the hard way. Move away from her!”. He commanded. "What's with you and aiming guns at people's heads?".

"What do you mean they are in your name? I don't... I don't understand." Lucas's tone didn't change, his words dripping with indifference. "I said exactly what I meant," he replied coolly. "The properties now belongs to me." His gaze hardened as he looked down at her. "You should be grateful I'm taking care of you, instead of questioning my actions." Olivia's anger flared. "Grateful?" she repeated, her voice rising as anger replaced with disbelief. "You're my husband, Lucas, not my savior. Those properties were my parents'. They worked for them. They were meant for me."

“But… I can’t just sit and watch while she messes with you. I need to put her in her place.” “She’s stubborn, I’ve met her, remember? This is women’s business, and I want you to stay out of it. I know you can easily change the tide for me by just whispering sweet words in her ears, but I don’t want that. You’re mine, and mine alone,” I said with finality. Lucas let out a chuckle. "I love it when you're possessive, baby." "Of course I'm possessive. You're my husband."

The way he'd dismissed Thomas like some territorial beast, the possessive fury that had blazed in his golden eyes, the casual assumption that he had the right to control my interactions with others. "He had no right," I said, surprised by the vehemence in my own voice. "Whatever he thinks I am to him, whatever arrangement brought me here—I'm not property to be guarded from other people's company." "No," Lucas agreed quietly. "You're not. And he knows that, even if his behavior suggests otherwise." Lucas was quiet for a moment, studying my face with the kind of careful attention that suggested he was weighing his words before speaking. When he finally continued, his voice carried the particul

“Okay…” She walked toward him slowly, deliberately. Like a question taking shape. Like she already knew the answer, but needed to hear him say it. “Yesterday, ou kissed me back,” she said, stopping a foot away. He swallowed. “Yeah.” “You let me touch you. In the café. In the car. You liked it.” “I did.” She didn’t blink. “So tell me the truth, Lucas.” The sound of his name from her mouth struck something buried in his chest. It wasn’t seductive. It was possessive, like claiming ownership.

"He should just mind his own business." Zack snickered at that. That just seemed to annoy me even further. "Are you jealous?" I gave a little snort at that. "I have better things to do than be jealous of him." "I meant him and Carla." He repeated. "Are you jealous of them?" I passed him a glare at that which he just dismissed with other small laugh. "Shut up, Zack." ××××× "There's this someone named as Valtor. It's so odd. I don't know who he is and then I don't even know who my parents signed a contract with-" I blabbered as I talked to Stella on the phone.

Tinitigan niya si Don Mariano nang diretso sa mga mata — walang takot, walang pag-aalinlangan. "Kunin mo ang lahat," mariing wika ni Lucas habang unti-unting lumalapit. "Kunin mo ang aking yaman, kunin mo ang aking kapangyarihan, kunin mo ang buong imperyong binuo ko. Ngunit hindi mo kailanman makukuha ang aking kaluluwa. At hindi mo kailanman masasaktan ang babaeng ito."

he said, his voice low and possessive. Jessica bristled at his words. She had always resisted his advances, and she wasn't about to let him claim her now. "You can't just kiss me and claim me like I'm some kind of possession," she spat. Lucas took a deep breath and released her, his expression softening. "I know, and I'm sorry," he said. "But you have to understand that as the alpha, it's my duty to protect and provide for the pack. And I can't do that without a mate by my side."

Lucas strode towards the helicopter prepared on the top floor of his apartment building—a residence he had owned for two years after purchasing the building from a property developer. This building wasn't under the control of Axton Corporation; he bought it with his personal funds and concealed his ownership by entrusting all management to one of his trusted individuals. Even though he bought this building secretly, it didn't mean his parents didn’t know of his ownership. They knew, and even Louis knew that Lucas intentionally bought the apartment building separately from all the Axton family assets.