My Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

but his wife should not know about this. After a couple of breathing. "I'm sorry... Of course, we have a visitor..." He then turns away from his wife. "Sorry..." Ji-Ha whispered. She was in deep thought. "It's not about having a visitor..." But her husband didn't hear her. "I'm probably losing something"

“It’s not like you own me” “Of course” he grits, “I own you, every bit of you..everything that makes you you is mine, Adeline” he sounds so possessive, so fucking possessive and I might have been forced to believe it if I wasn’t aware of the kind of person he was. “You don't own me, Cahir” I tell him. “You are my wife” “We have had this conversation a thousand times already” I try to push him off but he holds onto me, not letting me go. Gosh he makes it so easy and so hard to hate him.

Touching his bare skin gave me immense satisfaction, a mental and physical pleasure that I tend to have every time we make love. A satisfaction that this hunk of a handsome man was mine… my husband… and, after today, my lover as well. This feeling in itself was such a life-winning feeling. This feeling of having this man as my husband. This feeling of belonging to each other. The thought of anyone else even daring to look at him in a romantic or possessive manner ignited a fierce protectiveness within me. A sense of deep possessiveness settles in my heart, making me want to scream before the world that Viaan Adams was mine… just like I was his. No one else had the right to claim even a fract

“It’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?” Joshua’s smirk deepened. “Partly…” He lifted his glass, swirling the wine. “I had a rather interesting conversation today. With your possessive husband.” The words sliced through the air, sharp and deliberate. “He’s not my husband,” I cut in immediately, my voice sharper than I intended. Joshua raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a sly grin. “You didn’t deny the possessive part.” I stared at him, unimpressed. “What did Maxwell say?”

We got to his room and a scream nearly tore from my lips, this is more like a suite, all my apartment put together is nothing close to this room, this is fucking mindblowing, this is heaven on earth, the amount of neatness, and cozy this room is…plus everything is screaming wealth not just wealth but luxury, I already said it that the first day I stepped my feet here this place was like paradise, it's more of a castle-like, Now I can't help but wonder how rich My older man is, “You’re going to be sleeping here from now on” His voice jolted me back to reality, “I can use the room downstairs” “You're my wife,” He said in a possessive tone, making me gulped down unknown saliva, okay this is str

Why did he even touch my phone in the first place? “Oh, that.” He shrugs casually as he begins to bring out some knives from a cupboard. “One thing you should know is that I'm the possessive type and I hate it when a little girl keeps fawning over my husband. I hate it!” He deadpans and I scoff. Is he fucking claiming ownership of me?

But I was married to him now, on the outside we were a perfect couple and Mason was polite but behind he close doors, he cared less about me. I hoped to change things that year as we clocked two years together. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions and our marriage was like a plaster to a leaking gas pipe. While I stood in the kitchen, I used my hand towel to wipe off the sweat off my forehead as I stared in admiration. I had prepared a master piece, the Mansion was Empty, I had leased all the household staff on a abrupt day off to spend the day with my husband, Mason. I carried the last plate, heading to the dinning table when I heard approaching steps, he walked down the stairs already d

A smile she had seen across breakfast tables. Across quiet evenings. Across years of marriage. A smile belonging to only one person. Emma's world stopped. Because standing beyond the Gate— Waiting for it to open completely— Was her husband. And judging by the look in his eyes... He had been expecting her all along.

He chuckled, "That's great. This is the spirit I have been wanting to see." "But can you really do this?" Savannah frowned. "Are you doubting me?" He played with his finger, "Ms George, I don't like it when my partner doubts me. In case, I can only end this collaboration." "I…no…I am sorry…" Savannah pursed her lips. "You should be!" He chuckled, "Do you know what your man is having a sweet time with his newlywed wife." "But look at you…" He shrugged his shoulders, "Sitting here and fuming with anger but can't do anything. Ms. George, I really want to pity you.."

“Well, that's true. It’s because I felt responsible towards him. We are his family and families protect each other. Hawk is also likable. If you get to know him, you will understand what I am saying.” He scoffed on the other side of the line. Feeling the hotness of the phone from using it for a long, I transfer it to the other side of my ears. “Family? Family for real? Now, you want him to be your husband. I won’t allow it, Pumpkin. You’re mine only,” he declared, full of possessiveness. “I said I will not stop unless you two get married.” Now, it was my turn to laugh.