My Possessive Novels & Stories

I couldn't control the anger brewing in me, simmering through my veins and enveloping me. "She was the one who walked out of his life. She was the one who decided she doesn't want him anymore. I met the man, I wanted him and I am the one wearing his fucking ring, so he belongs to me. He's mine and she's in for one hell of a surprise if she thinks she can take him away from me. I own that man. Every inch of him." I spat out my words venomously, my voice thick with a possessive that stunned me after I uttered those words.

She walked towards me, and I averted my eyes from her. "What are you freak doing here in the meeting of wolves?" she said with an arrogant face, and I rolled my eyes at her. "I have every right to be here. I will get my wolf spirit on my 18th birthday," I said in a confident tone, even though I had no chance of getting my wolf spirit. She gazed at my bag, and I followed her gaze, finding out that she was looking at the necklace in my bag. I tried to hide it, but before I could do it, Bianca snatched it.

I am broken inside. I wish I had some kind of power to end this torture. To end myself. But I can't. All I can do is hide in my room, hoping that one day these problems will solve themselves. I keep wishing that they will disappear. But they never do. I hate living in fear of something I have no control over. But I can't change it anymore. After leaving the club we walk back to my house and wait until we hear my mother tell us she's done for the day. Tonight was supposed to be about having fun. Not hiding and waiting for death to strike.

he growled. “None of your business,” I stated. “It is my business,” Cale replied, “I’m your m-- Alpha.” “Right. Mr. Alpha, I will do whatever the hell I want, and this is my house. You cannot stop me.” “Lisa,” he sounded exasperated, “Why are you so stubborn?” “Cale,” I rolled my eyes at him, “Please leave me be. You came here for pack business, not as my personal bodyguard. See you later.”

I muttered and she smiled before turning around and kissing my lips. "I love you too Ethan" I will never get used to hearing her say that It gave me goosebumps and butterflies everything she said it. It felt like I was a highschooler with her but I didn't mind. All for her She became mine to posses the day she walked into that door with my parents She was my possession We have finally come to the end of this book 😁😁😁 It was very fun writing about these two characters.

' I say mentally. “'I know you're right and I apologize, Mr. Every. But please, let's talk like civilized people.” “We are wolves, you know that besides being possessive, we are territorial and when our territory is not the way we want it, it's our turn to be possessive. In this case, I must be possessive with you, I don't want you to blink and vanish into thin air.” “I assure you I'm not going to run away, but, let's talk. Please, Mr. Every, let's talk.”

He then spoke with an undertone of possessiveness that would send a shiver down anyone's spine. "You belong to me now, sweetheart, solely mine. Any man who dares to lay claim to you will incur my relentless fury. No one will take you away from me. Not even God himself."

“Say another word and I’ll rip your tongue out and feed it to you.” “Alright, alright.” He holds his hands up, placating. “Relax. Just saying, she’s…something.” “She’s mine.” “Obviously,” he mutters, then clears his throat and drops the grin. “Look, I didn’t come here to flirt with your pet. We’ve got shit to talk about, big shit, you’re gonna want eyes on this.”

“And from the look of things, there are a lot of rooms in this house. I can stay in another one.” “Of course, we’re sleeping in the same bed,” he said coolly, not even blinking. “And your opinion doesn’t count right now. You’re my possession.” My jaw dropped slightly. “How would you say that? I don’t belong to you. I’m not a possession.” He took another step toward me, his face seemed even more serious this time. “As far as I brought you into my home, you are mine. That implies I own you, but not like a thing. It’s more… in a priceless way.”

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate.