My Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

I’m a possessive man. “Watch your own broomstick!” I hiss right into the bastard’s face. “She’s going to be my wife, so I’m not planning on sharing this girl with anyone. Consider her my personal toy, strictly for personal use. I’ll use her for as long as I want, and when I get bored, I’ll easily find another one — and marriage won’t stop me.” “Sure-sure,” my brother grins mockingly and quite smugly. “Just don’t forget your own words.”

I can't help but to ask seeing the irritation on his face. But then he shake his head and step closer to me snaking his left arm around my waist possessively hugging me from behind. "No" he later on said "I just don't want you to mention a fucking man's name when we're talking" he utter lowly as his hand left hand finds it's way to my stomach doing a circular motion. I blink my eyes unconsciously eyeing him in disbelief. Why do he sounds possessive in my ears? I mentally shake my head. No, of course it's rude to mention a man's name when we're talking because we're married. He's my husband and I am his wife after all.

She yelled at the top of her voice in anger, but that did not stop Jamal. He once more closed the gap between them and held her face in his hands. "Adele…" He whispered huskily. "If you ever go near that man again, I will kill him." He whispered in a quiet voice, breathlessly and Adele could tell from his tone that he wasn't bluffing. It was then she understood that her husband was nonsensically possessive. "Why are you doing this?" She finally whispered in defeat. "Because I don't want anyone to take what is mine. You are mine Adele, mine alone!"

Why exactly was that? " Oh, I don't really know yet and..." " You will own the walkway if you strut on it. How exactly has he been keeping you all this while!" He shrieked. " My husband seems really possessive of me. You don't really know how he is." " Oh please," he waved me off. " Mine is also of me. My husband wouldn't want me going anywhere without him, but I know that there is no way I would listen to him,"

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

I told him he's a man of his own, that nobody owns him not even his wife, but he insisted that he is letting me own him, every piece of him. Yes, my husband is such a very ideal one. Not that I only love him because he's like that, but I guess he's only ideal because I'm so in love with him. I suppose I sound like I'm a protagonist in a cheesy romance story, but that's alright. I love how I'm living with Landon and I'm ought to live this lifestyle with him for as long as I exist. For as long as we exist, rather. I giggled.

I told him he's a man of his own, that nobody owns him not even his wife, but he insisted that he is letting me own him, every piece of him. Yes, my husband is such a very ideal one. Not that I only love him because he's like that, but I guess he's only ideal because I'm so in love with him. I suppose I sound like I'm a protagonist in a cheesy romance story, but that's alright. I love how I'm living with Landon and I'm ought to live this lifestyle with him for as long as I exist. For as long as we exist, rather. I giggled.

I told him he's a man of his own, that nobody owns him not even his wife, but he insisted that he is letting me own him, every piece of him. Yes, my husband is such a very ideal one. Not that I only love him because he's like that, but I guess he's only ideal because I'm so in love with him. I suppose I sound like I'm a protagonist in a cheesy romance story, but that's alright. I love how I'm living with Landon and I'm ought to live this lifestyle with him for as long as I exist. For as long as we exist, rather. I giggled.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding so fiercely that he could hear it as he held her. "Is your heart racing because you're close to me, Pat?" he asked point-blank. ​ "I’m currently holding someone else's husband. How do you expect me to feel at ease?" ​ "I’ve become your husband now. Remember that, Pat. You’ve been my wife since last night. Don’t you remember?" He showered her with kisses and held her tight, a physical display of his possessiveness. ​ "That wasn't... It's not like that, Mr. Hawk." She tried to pull away but found it impossible, as he held her entire body in a crushing embrace.

“I have to think that.” “Because of Don.” “Because of everything.” Jay looked away for a beat, as if trying to collect something scattered in his thoughts. His gaze settled on the distance, somewhere behind me, and then drifted back, quieter now. “Don doesn’t see you.” I froze. “Don is my husband.” “And you’re his possession,” he said sharply, eyes darkening. “I saw the way he paraded you around like a trophy. Tell people how ‘tame’ you are. Is that what you want? To spend the rest of your life being displayed?”