Novels With Insta Love Possessive Novels & Stories

Damien roared and followed, pumping rope after rope of cum so deep she felt it in her womb. He collapsed over her, still buried inside, and kissed the tears from her cheeks. His hand slid down to cup her cum-filled pussy possessively as they drifted off. “Mine,” he whispered into her hair. Isabella closed her eyes, chest tight with something far more dangerous than hate.

Do you believe the world I move in, the life I lead, operates on love? Each word is a nail driven into my chest. I feel a burning behind my eyes, a sharp pain spreading. I want to look away, but I'm paralyzed. — What I feel for you has nothing to do with that insignificant word. You are mine. My wife. My business. The only person I will never let go. The only one I would kill to keep. The only one for whom I would burn everything down. Love? He sneers again, contemptuous. No. What we have is stronger, more real. It's possession. Madness. It's blood and fire. It's a pact written in flesh, not in fleeting emotions.

That's why I just turned it off, and I'll just read stories on my cellphone in the online app. I went back to the story I was reading in my dream applications. She's one of my favorite authors because of her different writing style, not only in horror, but also in her love stories. I'm longingly expecting my favorite novel of yorme. I wonder if He and Henry are both hot. I'm glad I have his update. “It's really exciting how he made me loved.” I whispered while smiling. I suddenly fell asleep on what I was reading. I was distracted by a small kiss on my cheek. It's on top of me, but it doesn't weigh me down. “A—Are you guys finished?” I asked weakly.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

And in her case. His possessiveness has doubled as he started to feel things for her. And the thing that he has for her was. An Obsession. And for him what is wrong with obsessing over your wife. She's his. And he can feel or do anything to her. She's his and he can do whatever he's wished to do. He stopped sucking her shoulder when few sobs left from her throat. He placed his lips on her throat gently kissing her neck bone. She gasped out when his lips traveled to her jawline placing wet kisses all over.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

So, she slid silently into the car, stunned and silent, clutching the memory like a secret. She opened her book without reading the words. Her thoughts were still lingering in the mirror—lingering in the way she’d seen him. Not the hatred. Not the guilt. But the way his love had bloomed in spite of it. Not some grand epiphany, not all at once. Just… slow. Quiet. Reluctant, but steady. And it was real. "Your father used to be a beta before he married your mother, right?" Kalmin asked suddenly.

He was smiling like a man that had won the lottery. Hell, he was still very much in love with her. And he had told his father not to get involved. He didn't even care what the other wolves thought. He was going to get married to her. It was forbidden to the society but love was meant to be boundless, reckless and spontaneous. That was what he felt with Abigail. She awoke his youth in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. Abigail was special. He had known that since that evening when he took her in his car and she trusted him like he was a man from her dream. And when he had touched her, he had known they were meant for each other, hybrid or not.

“Yeah.” “Why?” “Because you’d touch me. You’d want me.” “That means these nipples belong to me, don’t they?” He squeezes one roughly, sternly, and I whimper, but it breaks into a moan when he cups my core just as hard. “This pussy is mine, too. It’s my pussy, isn’t it?” “Oh, fuck…” “Language.” “Mmm.” “Answer me, Anastasia. Whose pussy is this?” “Yours.”

The unexpected revelation about her impending wedding left her stunned, and the realization that she was now bound to someone she barely knew filled her with a mix of fear and curiosity. In the privacy of her room, Aurora tried to steady her breathing, but her thoughts were in turmoil. The weight of his words echoed in her mind – "I own you," "Prepare for your wedding in the next four days." The gravity of the situation sank in, and she found herself caught between the mystery of her alpha and the uncertainty of the future.