Mr Possessive Novels & Stories

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However, their words never seemed to match other's thoughts about me. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Special. That's what I've been addressed by several times by outsiders yet I never quite believed it. I ran my index finger on the outline of my green eyes that shaped slyly to my pointed nose and finally rested on my puffy red-painted lips. My moment is cut short when suddenly a large figure barges in. "Mr. Russo?" There he stands breathing a little harshly, the buttons of his blazer undone and hand against the wall with his knuckles almost white.

“A billionaire’s party. Might just suit your taste for high class.” Mia gasped dramatically. “You mean the Dela Quins? Owned by Darien Quin himself?” “The very one,” Irene confirmed. Zee’s heart skipped a beat. She’d seen Darien Quin’s name on every magazine cover, every news channel. The kind of man who could buy a company before breakfast. “Well…” she began slowly, trying to play it cool. “I suppose we deserve a little night out.” --- Evening – Dela Quins Hotel

If I let her keep up with it, soon they will begin to think she's my weakness and try to use her to get to me. "Suit yourself." She says in an angry tone and walks out. I know I'm upsetting her. I hate to treat her this way, but I don't have much of a choice. Myself and Marley go way back. We have history. I took her under my wing when she was just 12. I was 16. I remember that night like it was yesterday. I shake my head, forcing myself not to go down memory lane. I still feel rage when I think about it. From then on till now, I've been an older brother and friend to Marley. But things have changed. I've grown to become the most powerful drug Lord in Mexico. Dinero Ricci Roderigo, first of

We made our way to my room, a space that had always been my sanctuary, but now felt incomplete without Mary's presence. With a shared glance and a silent understanding, we began to gather Mary's belongings, each item a piece of her that would now find a place in our shared space. The room soon filled with the warmth of her essence, the air tinged with the scent of her favorite flowers and the soft melodies of her laughter. As we settled her things in their new home, I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy and gratitude for the bond we shared. This room was no longer just mine; it was now ours, a reflection of the love and unity that bound us together as mates.

The weight of the kitchen’s silence was suffocating, every staff member standing like a statue, hanging onto every word of the man who owned their livelihoods. ​"The Porsche, Tim," Jax said, nudging him with an elbow. "The 911 you’ve been eyeing. It’s yours. I’m a man of my word." ​He leaned back against the counter, right above where I was huddled, his voice carrying clearly to every corner of the room.

"You’ll need to take it off regardless," Moira said, pulling a thick binder from her desk and dropping it with a thud. "Excuse me?" "I need to see your wolf, Miss Williamson. It’s part of enrollment. You’re not the only one tested." Moira’s voice sharpened. ‘I can’t believe a hybrid is setting foot in my academy. It’s an insult to the generations of Bransons who built it.’ "Her name is Tempest," Nuri said flatly, standing and kicking off her shoes. She looked around. Moira’s office was packed: shelves on one side, a desk on the other, and a small furnished sitting area. Not a single open space big enough.

And it was only on these trips that he allowed himself to have one mistress or another for the few hours the flight lasted. Marco was at his mahogany desk, studying Villa-Lobos Land Group Inc's monthly accounting report and noted some discrepancies with the materials and production cost reports. So he called the head of the finance department, Mr. Murphy, and demanded that he better control his team and send in new reports with the right numbers this time, or heads would roll.

His Possession. THE END.

He was struggling to control his rage, I could see that. "Would you have killed that young boy!? Over a fucking purse!?"I shot back. It was a stupid temerity but I was willing to take the risk. "I would do whatever it takes to show that I call the shots"He menacingly replied. "Even with you"His voice dropped to a dangerously low tone. "Now you are just acting like a possessive and dominating freak"I replied with a roll of my eyes and a hiss. In a fluid motion, he quickly grasped my braids, dragging it.