Novel & Cerita Mr Possessive

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

"Boss-" One of my men barges into my office, disrupting my meeting. I give him a cold glare, temped to shoot the mother fucker in the leg "I'm sorry boss" he apologizes, looking at his feet. "Return in an hour" I say to him and turn back to my meeting with Rico and Dominguez. "Where is Marley?" I ask. She should be here already. I know I upset her last time, but she's supposed to be over it by now. She can't be missing meetings like this. She's still a part of the team.

I quickly inform my friends that I'll catch up with them later and ask them to save me a spot at our lunch table. Assuring them that I'll text them once I'm done, I reluctantly make my way towards the office, filled with a sense of unease and curiosity. As I enter the office, Mrs. Reese, the secretary, gestures for me to proceed through the principal's door. Mr. Anderson, the principal himself, awaits my arrival. Stepping into the room, an eerie silence blankets the area, sending a shiver down my spine. To my surprise, I find my godparents, Travis and Lola, sitting there. It's perplexing since they reside in Casper, Wyoming, and I haven't seen them in years.

I ask. The man’s smile widens slightly. “Asset M-17.” The name lands. Cold. Final. Accepted. “Primary function?” “Adaptive response. Elimination. Survival.” The words feel… right. Like they belong. Like I belong. “Understood.” And just like that— it’s done. --- Across the city— three months of silence end with a single command. “Found something.” I don’t look up immediately. Because I’ve heard that before. Too many times.

Marissa paused, her voice went deadly. "And you." "Me?!" The surprise was evident in Ashley's voice. "Yes. You." Marissa said coldly. "And girl, I get deadly when anyone tries to take what's mine. People say I'm possessive but it's simply being territorial, doll," Marissa said. "Ryan and I are just friends, clearly you've misunderstood everything. And he doesn't like you either, he just pities you," Ashley told her in a hard voice.

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.

I had come here to secure my brother's release, yet here I was, swept up in the intoxicating sensations of his touch and taste. Nonchalantly, he returned to his seat, as if nothing had happened, his gaze fixed on me with an inscrutable expression. "The choice is not yours to make. You became mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. I will have you, whether you sign this contract or not," he declared with a possessive air. I gazed at him, my mind swirling with confusion and a growing realization of the darkness lurking within him. What sort of monster had I become entangled with?

Then I go back to holding myself open for him. Mason clamps his hand around my jaw and his expression goes hard. "This p*ssy is mine and I'll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?" "Yes," I whisper. "You clamp around my c*ck every time I remind your pussy who it belongs to." He keeps thrusting, keeps imprinting the feel of him into my very soul. "You like it when I get possessive." I want to deny it. This feels like a different kind of dangerous. But I can't deny the truth. So I just nod yes.