Male Possession Story Novels & Stories

Bryan, the owner of the most high-class bar in Makati, the man whom other rich and high-positioned individuals in the country respect, and the man who holds the most beautiful girl in the country, finds himself now enslaved by Giselle. "Arghhhhhh! I hate coming to this place," he hissed as he slapped the mosquito that landed on his hand. "Where is that old hag?" he muttered while searching for the woman. "Excuse me, do you know where Ellisa Diables is?" he asked the old man who was lying on the floor.

the lines and muscles in Kingston's bronze skin told more of the man's own truth than those sexy lips that wouldn't tell much of a story, except to argue something Pandora didn't like. "You think I'm a pedophile. If that's the case, then I've dated eight-year-olds." That's exactly how it went. And then the bathroom door ended badly—slammed so hard Kingston's jaw scraped. This was the end of Pandora's remorse.

The rope left angry red lines across her delicate skin, and guilt hit me like a knife to the ribs. The blindfold came off, and her lashes fluttered against the light. The moment I saw her face, the world stopped spinning. God, I hadn’t been able to erase her face from my mind since that kiss. For years I was a corpse. Doctors tried, women stripped for me, and nothing. I drank until my veins burned, swallowed different pills and aphrodisiacs until I thought my heart would stop, and still I felt nothing. Being the heir of a dynasty and not even be able to fuck? To watch your enemies laugh because you can’t give your family an heir?

Thinking it was just some body lust, but in truth it was the feeling of possessiveness and wanting to mate, Cafelle loves the sight of red all over HiVi's upper half of the body. He pulled the pants away and separated those addicting legs wider apart until a pink hole made him lose reality and get really hard, something he had never felt to anyone, even though he got married before. “Why?” Cafelle couldn't understand the inner emotions that wanted to covet his pride and love the Omega infront of him, he wanted to Mark HiVi make him his possession and kept in a cage, but he laughed after the scene played back in his mind. A scene where he lets HiVi get defiled countless times by many, thinkin

“Because I have the power, the money, the will. And because you, my dear Emma, were made to be owned.” He crushed his lips to hers, a brutal, punishing kiss. It was not a kiss of passion, but of possession. He was claiming her, marking her, branding her with his mouth, his tongue forcing its way past her lips, a violation that was both terrifying and deeply, profoundly arousing. She could taste the whiskey on his breath, a dark, intoxicating poison.

"She cannot come." "She has to. Either she comes, or you don't get any money," Marek says calmly. I can't see his expression, however I can imagine it's unforgiving. My mind drifts to the mention of money...Tai surely isn't paying him, so how can he afford to pay this strange man. "I don't support Beast loving fools. Those people are old-fashioned and delusional," the man growls, his gaze dipping to meet my exposed necklace.

For the first time in a long while, someone touched me without cruelty. And I let myself feel. QUESTION OF THE DAY Alice has discovered that her husband has another woman—will she finally walk away? Her visit to Christopher’s house crossed a dangerous line. Will this trespass destroy everything? READ: POSSESSION OR LOVE?

It explores power, vulnerability, control, warmth, and what happens when two completely different emotional worlds collide. I have written this story with honesty, intensity, and passion. Every character and situation reflects my growth as a writer since my first novel. Some images used in this story are sourced from P*******t and are used strictly for inspiration and reference. All credits belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended. ⚠️ Copyright Notice This novel, His Possession, Her Freedom, is an original work by the author. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, translated, or redistributed in any form — online or offline — without the author’s wri

He leaned in close, whispering hot against her ear, “Not a fucking sound, slut. This is your ownership test.” Marcus silently moved behind the old couch, grabbing a dusty blanket and tossing it over their scattered clothes. Jax pulled Emma to her feet, his cum still leaking down her leg, and pressed her back against the wall beside the staircase, hidden in shadow. His massive body pinned her there, one hand still over her mouth, the other sliding between her legs to toy with her swollen, cum-filled clit. The touch was possessive, silent, a reminder that even now, he owned her. “Emma?” Mark called again, voice louder. He was halfway down the stairs now. “I swear I heard something. Are you tal

Whatever Nikolai got from him, it shouldn't be the information I was searching for, my sexuality. “Who paid you to kidnap me?” “I don't know. I told you all , I don't know.” He cried. “Who sold my information?” He was reluctant to talk. I leaned towards him and held his head up. “Who sold my information in clubpink?” “Oh…It's pinky. She knows everyone who comes to clubpink.” “Pinky?” “Yes, she always wears pink and makes pink nails.” “Is she the owner?” “Some say she is, but some say she isn't.”