Mr Possessive Novels & Stories

“Damnit sweetheart… acting like I can say no to you.” His arms wrap tightly around my waist, pulling me flush against him in one possessive motion before pressing a firm kiss into my hair. “That better? Or do I need to call out of work entirely just so I can keep holding onto you all damn day?” “No no.That’s fine”. I walk him out with my hands holding him.His arm doesn't leave mine as he leads me to the front door— “ Don't miss me too much. I'll be counting the hours until I can get back here and have you all to myself for the damn night.”

I gathered the courage to speak. His lips curled into a wicked smile as if he derived pleasure from seeing me tense. “Since you say I don't own you. You think you can just leave? You think you can walk out of my life and I’ll let you? You’re mine, Lillian. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” “I am not your possession.” I spoke gently, my body already giving in to his grip. I used all of my strength to press his chest, but it didn't move him. Instead, his grip tightened on my waist. My body became immovable.

POV: Felix “I’m coming after your son, Simon, and I need you to look the other way,” I told Mrs Wilson on the phone. She wanted to speak on his behalf, but I stopped her right there, “Mr Moore, huh?” I asked her, letting her know that I knew about everything she had been doing in my company. I’ve always wondered why she seems detached from her duties lately. It’s not news that our designs and being copied and recreated before we release them to the public.

“How dare she come anywhere near you? A lowly Omega, how could you allow her Mason?” He exhaled tiredly, blinking his eyes shut for a moment. “I was the one holding her, yet it is her you choose to slap?” Mason could feel it, the rage his wolf was going through within him. It was threatening to rear its head through his subconscious, to challenge the woman that dared hit his mate, what greater insult can any woman have done him? But Mason fought back against his wolf. Melissa is an Omega, and Emily is the daughter of a Beta, and besides Melissa being his mate, Emily is still his fiancé, and perhaps she reserves the right to react in this way.

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body, as if making sure she was still his.

"You will die here. And your fucking wild rutt of a mate is dying right now in the depths of jungles of this city. I am not fucking stupid to leave a fucking mated wolf to track me down for killing his mate." He picked up an iron rod, at the of which was a heavy metal containing screws and iron plates attached, something like it was pulled out of a vehicle, a heavy truck, belonging in a garage. Some rust was covering it from the tip to the end. I had never seen it at our home, ever. He had brought it with himself. He had planned everything. Mason swung it left and right in the air in front of my eyes, making me aware that he wanted to see the fear of upcoming death in my eyes.

“A tour of the house would be very much appreciated. Thank you.” “Of course, Madam,” Will replied with a small nod. “Please, follow me.” They walked down a long, dimly lit corridor. It was filled with portraits, each gaze heavier than the other, and the polished floor echoed faintly beneath their steps. Will was the first to break the silence, his voice resonating in the vast corridor. “This wing contains the master’s private collection. Some pieces are rare and valuable; others hold a more practical purpose.” Aurora remained impassive, her gaze roaming across the walls without comment. Will paused in front of a heavy door before opening it with a sudden click.

“Oh, I do. Why do you think Playboy here is so quiet? Because he is guilty.” “Why would he even kill her? He Loved her, he still loves her and I know it.” “Great question, Genevive, Rodrigo, will you answer that one, or should I?” “Enough!” Rodrigo finally managed to speak. “Anger management young man.” Kay walked back to the chair taking a seat. “In Rodrigo's family, there's something called the 09 fortune. It's inherited by the mafia underboss, then he is promoted. It has a lot of benefits.”