Over Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

as soon as she spoke, nanny stood up, trying to reach out to persuade her. “Amelia, I think you’re taking this too far…” but Amelia didn’t listen; she held the knife towards her too, and nanny stopped in her tracks, not wanting to hurt herself. Amelia didn’t want to stay a second more here. This whole marriage has been nothing torture for her, it’s been torture for her since the day she moved into this house, it’s been torture for Bambi too, and now her newly wedded husband... of course she should have known that in the end, he would turn out to be nothing but a dog. She walked out of the house with her son, knife and wallet in hand and never looked back.

Peter looking at the photo, "Bella, you are ignorant of the truth with which your existence is connected, but I don't know why it seems that you know something. You haven't told me what Weston told you that night, I hope you never find out the truth." A mansion in a deserted place which looked very useless from outside but was very magnificent from inside. Everything inside was with full modern touch. There was nothing different inside but there was a lot under that ground. There were underground cells where Weston kept people imprisoned. Weston was there at this time and Henry was also with him. Weston puts the bullet in his gun, "Henry, what's the news?" henery ," Boss, he is coming to New

She looked too good to be true, face bare without makeup, but still she looked like a freaking model. “If her grandfather hadn’t begged me to marry her, I wouldn’t even be bothered by such a boring human,” his voice echoed in my ear. He was wrong, he had no idea of the damn treasure that he was neglecting. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled, there was a sick part of me that wanted to keep the call going, while I bent her over the desk and had my way with her. I wanted him to listen, hear her scream as I made her feel something I was sure that he couldn’t. But I was too possessive to do that, too damn possessive to let him hear her moans, even if he is her husband.

“I’m your husband.” Oh. Was he trying to remind me that he had authority over me? That because I was married to him, I should obey him? We clearly weren’t in the kind of marriage where either of us had any reason to be possessive. Didn’t he remember that I had willingly let other women help him when he couldn’t use his right hand at all? Should I remind him again that I let him do anything he wanted outside? “So? Because you’re my husband, I’m not allowed to meet other men even when nothing is happening?”

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

Georgina exclaimed. "Lower your voice, G!" I reprimanded her. "No, I won't. Why would you even consider this? Even if there's a shred of truth in what Patrick said, shouldn't you be relieved?" Georgina persisted. "Relieved? I don't follow," I said, puzzled. "Yes, you heard me. You should be glad that your HUSBAND, George, is deeply in love with you. 'Obsession' is just an exaggerated term. If a man adores me like George does to you, I'd be over the moon," she explained.

His hand on my waist tighten but careful enough not to hurt me. "The moment I state my price for the bargain, that was also the moment I let you own me" he lean closer that made me felt his warm breath on my cheek. "You are my wife and I am your husband. I am yours and you are mine as well. And it's your job to keep me away from those bitches who wants to steal me away from you" My eyes widened. "W-What?" A sheepish grin form on his lips. "I would gladly appreciate if you'd be possessive to me, darling. I want a possessive wife, didn't I mentioned that?"

Natasha tried to call out his name but the distant look over her husband's eyes was something she hadn't seen yet until now. “You’re mine. Everything about you, they’re all mine. Mine alone. Just mine.” He kept bubbling his possessiveness directly to her but his eyes were still looking beyond the present time. It was starting to worry his beloved wife.

“You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?” Hearing her concern, I froze for a moment. Marco really did have an overwhelming possessiveness toward me. We grew up together. The Vitale family was always busy with mafia affairs, and the previous Don raised Marco by his side. However, no matter how chaotic things got, Marco always made time to see me. As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to

"How is discussing art embarrassing?" "Because you made me look like I can't control my own wife!" The words hang in the air like a slap. Control. That's what this has always been about. "I'm not a possession, Alexander." "Aren't you?" He turns to face me fully, his ice-blue eyes cold with fury. "Because last I checked, I own everything you have. This dress, this car, the roof over your head, your family's financial security. All of it depends on you being the wife I need, not the woman you think you want to be."