Marcus Possessive Novels & Stories

Marcus spoke while searching the back of his neck. I raised my eyebrow as I internally sighed at this possessive side of Marcus and I thought someone has changed. My bad, maybe some things never change. "What's wrong with this?" I said while crossing my arms on my chest. "There is nothing wrong with it but seeing you, this is just my secret treasure. I don't want other males seeing you in this or like this." He let out with so much pride that it hurt my heart because the reality today was very different. I was no more his secret treasure but I pushed those thoughts aside.

Marcus' stern expression, she surrendered, "Alright, Honey, let's discuss something. From now on, don't compete with Saxon anymore. Let him do whatever he wants." "He dared to desire my woman, there's no discussion on this matter!" Mr. Marcus asserted dominantly, in his dream, that he would never allow anyone to covet Jessica, watching Saxon covet her without doing anything was absurd. This was a possessiveness that bordered on tyranny. "What are you doing? Your woman can go around the city of W. Did I say something?" Jessica asked with a sweet smile, her tone gentle. Mr. Marcus suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

he growled. “None of your business,” I stated. “It is my business,” Cale replied, “I’m your m-- Alpha.” “Right. Mr. Alpha, I will do whatever the hell I want, and this is my house. You cannot stop me.” “Lisa,” he sounded exasperated, “Why are you so stubborn?” “Cale,” I rolled my eyes at him, “Please leave me be. You came here for pack business, not as my personal bodyguard. See you later.”

"I'm asking for a chance. To prove that I'm not that man anymore." Alexander turned to face him. "You threatened my wife. You held a knife to her. You tried to destroy our family." Marcus's eyes filled with tears. "I know. And I will carry that guilt for the rest of my life." "Good. You should." Marcus nodded. "I should." --- The duck paddled away. The wind rustled the trees. "I've been thinking about Elena," Marcus said. "About my obsession. It wasn't love. It was possession. I wanted her because I couldn't have her. Because I thought I deserved her more than you."

“That was me reminding you whose table you sit at. Whose wine you drink. Whose cock you want.” Alex’s chest heaved. “You think you can own me that easy?” Marcus laughed softly. “You’re already halfway mine. Don’t insult yourself by pretending otherwise.” The night stretched long. Marcus didn’t touch him again, but his eyes did. Every time Alex shifted, Marcus was watching. Every time Alex licked wine from his lips, Marcus’s gaze lingered there, heavy, possessive. When the plates were cleared, Marcus finally stood. His presence filled the room, larger than the walls, larger than Alex’s resistance.

"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." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

That was a line I wasn’t going to cross with Jocelyn, no matter how beautiful or stunning she was. Marcus laughed. “That sounds more like you, my friend. Are you sure she won’t mind, though? I heard women can get overly possessive when they have a title with you. It’s why I’m never getting married. The thought of being chained to one woman gives me the hives.” This didn’t count as talking about Jocelyn. Marcus knew exactly how I felt towards Jocelyn, and trying to act like that had changed would just be a waste of time. “Of course not. Our feelings towards each other are mutual. Nothing will happen.”

"But... Alessandro knows where that is. That's the first place he will look!" "He won't look there," Marcus said with a weird, creepy smile. "He thinks I'm running for the border. He thinks I'm scared." "Aren't you?" I asked. "Because I'm terrified." Marcus looked at me again, and for a split second, the mask slipped. It wasn't fear in his eyes. It was possession. It was dark and deep. "I'm not scared of him anymore, Ella," he said, using my old childhood nickname. "I have the leverage now."

Alone, Marcus crossed the distance between us in two strides, his hands framing my face with a gentleness that contradicted the intensity in his eyes. "Listen to me," he said, his voice low and fierce. "The company, the board, all of it – it's just business. But you..." His thumb traced my lower lip, sending electricity down my spine despite everything. "You're everything else." "Marcus—" His mouth captured mine, stealing my protest. The kiss was different from our others – not frantic with secret desire or tender with new discovery. This was possession. Claim. Promise. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with a determination that made my knees weak.

I muttered and she smiled before turning around and kissing my lips. "I love you too Ethan" I will never get used to hearing her say that It gave me goosebumps and butterflies everything she said it. It felt like I was a highschooler with her but I didn't mind. All for her She became mine to posses the day she walked into that door with my parents She was my possession We have finally come to the end of this book 😁😁😁 It was very fun writing about these two characters.