My Possessive Novels & Stories

He sighed a sigh of relief and stared deeply at her. "My beautiful Clara, you are so beautiful, it's unbelievable." Clara stared back at him, her eyes had shown uncertainty. The way he looked at her was unexplainable. His eyes were filled with... tender possessiveness. "Clara, you are mine. Always remember that."

She grins and clasps her hand over mine. "A claim is a very powerful thing on a wolf. Not only does it ward off any other male, but it also labels you as belonging to someone else." I frown. I hate that word, belong. It makes me feel like a possession, a property and that is not something I am okay with. I am my own person.

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."

My voice turned harsh, accusing. “But no, you’re under my skin. You’re my whore. You fucked yourself into me as sure as I fucked myself into you, you amazing, delectable little slut. You didn’t even know it. I didn’t even know it until it was too late. And I am far, far too selfish. Too territorial with what I truly want. You, I will not share; not give away to anyone. I’m keeping you. You’re mine.” I punctuated my possessiveness with harder and harder jabs.

I said through gritted teeth. “No need to be so hostile now Giovanni Romano.” She said and then walked closer to me. My men immediately brought out their guns and aimed at her , her men did same . “Oh please , I’m not here for a bloodshed , at least not yet.” She said and handed me a document. “That is the legal document stating I own the lands on which this mansion was built , which technically makes me the owner of the mansion.” She said and smirked . I threw the paper to the ground .

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 only way he could have known was if he went to check on me in that room the moment I left and then he followed me all the way here. Instead of replying to me, he moves towards me, grabbing my waist as it hits his lower body. "You are mine, remember? You have a job, remember?" Placing my hand on his chest, I try to move out but his hold on my waist becomes stronger. With gritted teeth, I snap. "You don't own me!" "Of course I do", he replies sharply, as though he was expecting that. The possessive is alluring and annoying at the same time and I feel foolish for feeling this way.

POSSESSIVE As soon as I said yes Cole took my lips in a searing kiss as his hand went around my waist like he was trying to stop me from running away, but I wasn't planning to. I wrapped my arms around him and he continued kissing me seeming not to get enough. He only stopped kissing me when both of us needed to breathe. " You don't know how fucking happy this makes me, I'm going to take care of you, no one would be able to touch you, because you're mine," He said possessively as he kissed me again.

It was cold and lacked any warmth. When she was done laughing, she looked at Nana as if she was a dumbass, her eyes twinkling with amusement before leaning close to her and said, “It’s not my fault if you’re always interested in the breadcrumbs I leave behind and—” her voice coming in a pleasant manner as if she was cracking a joke, “Bryan did belong to me until a certain someone entered the game, but don’t worry, I don’t want already used items. Since you want it so much, you can have it. I once learned somewhere that you must give out the things that you don’t need anymore.” When she ended, she stifled a yawn and turned around to leave, but before she could make two steps ahead, she felt h

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.