My Possessive Novels & Stories

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

"My handsome Don is jealous." "I'm not jealous. Jealous is driven by what you couldn't have, possessive is protecting what you have. There's a difference. So, no, little actress. Jealous is not the word to describe what I feel. Because this handsomeness Don of yours is possessive of you." His hand caressing her cheek, his lips just an inch away. He was about to kiss her again, his phone rang. "Answer it." He shook his head. "No, I don't want to."

“When the robberies happened throughout the city. She was on a trip. No incident report, no emergency claim. Nothing.” There was a small pause. Then Alexander spoke slowly. “So she wasn’t a victim.” “No,” came the answer. “She wasn’t even involved in the incident she’s protesting for.” Silence. “There’s something else.” “What?” he asked. “She’s also the owner of the account you sent me,” the voice said. “And it was created within the same timeframe that the crisis began.” Alexander turned toward the windows, eyes distant, aligning pieces only he could clearly see now.

“I know.” “Then what am I?” I step closer— just one step this time. Careful. Measured. She doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t panic. Just watches. “You’re mine to protect,” I say. Not possession. Not ownership. Something else. Something deeper. Stronger. More dangerous. Her breath catches. “That sounds like control.” “It’s not.” “What is it then?” A pause. Then— “A promise.” Silence falls. Different this time. Because promises— they mean something.

However, one part of his sentence stands out to me. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not a possession.” “No, you’re not a possession, that would imply that I own you. What you are, is precious to me. You are mine to love, mine to protect. That’s what I mean when I say you are mine. Well, that and I have no intention of ever letting another man have you. So in that instance, I guess it is rather possessive. But I’m an Alpha, you’ll have to get used to it.”

It was of the way her voice had curled around that single word earlier, possessive, certain, like a claim neither of them had spoken aloud before. Mine.

"The ring, the contract… it doesn’t mean I own you.” I realize he’s trying to express something deeper, something that’s tied to his need for control. The way he guards the people close to him, like precious treasures. “But I have to admit…” he continues, his voice quieter now, “I have this possessive streak. It’s like I’m wired to protect what’s mine.”

Dianna explained and was sorry. She gave him a sweet, comforting smile while her hands rested on his lap. Until Klaud stopped the car, cupped her soft, flawless cheeks. "Why did you stop? I thought we are in a hurry?" She looked at him confusingly, but he remained silent. There was something in his eyes that made her knees weak and tremble. "I can't help but look at you every second! I... I want to hold you! I... want to feel you, Dianna, and I don't know what is happening to me! I... I became possessive of you...,"

"You are my possesion. Whatever I want I get" His voice boomed with power and authority. I was confused. I had no qualities. I was not an American top model, I had no status or cliche I would even compare my self with with a distinct fashion designer because she wears designer clothes but he choosed to own me. Someone with baggages a person who has burdens, someone who had nothing concrete to give a man like him even though a man like him had everthing and yet he choose me.

I had come here to secure my brother's release, yet here I was, swept up in the intoxicating sensations of his touch and taste. Nonchalantly, he returned to his seat, as if nothing had happened, his gaze fixed on me with an inscrutable expression. "The choice is not yours to make. You became mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. I will have you, whether you sign this contract or not," he declared with a possessive air. I gazed at him, my mind swirling with confusion and a growing realization of the darkness lurking within him. What sort of monster had I become entangled with?