Possesive Husband Novels & Stories

I’m a possessive man. “Watch your own broomstick!” I hiss right into the bastard’s face. “She’s going to be my wife, so I’m not planning on sharing this girl with anyone. Consider her my personal toy, strictly for personal use. I’ll use her for as long as I want, and when I get bored, I’ll easily find another one — and marriage won’t stop me.” “Sure-sure,” my brother grins mockingly and quite smugly. “Just don’t forget your own words.”

Dascani Oh my, my husband is jealous I couldn’t possibly be jealous love, your jealous of what does not belong to you and you my dear are mine, I am territorial and perhaps possessive Mmm okay Mr, Possessive you have my apologies for ogling other peoples husbands, ooo that smells good Liza thank you! I take one and feed it to Freddie and he takes a bite and nods approvingly while chewing, Liza smiles and leaves, I continue reading through, it just gets more and more amusing, so she’s currently siphoning his money away to her family and he’s fighting to keep his business afloat haha.

His voice, when he spoke, was clear and resonant, carrying to every corner of the garden: “Adeline, my treasure. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were meant to be mine. I vow to build walls around your heart that no one else can scale. To keep you safe in the rooms of my affection where only I hold the key. I promise to collect every moment of your joy and preserve it like a butterfly under glass. Your beauty will never fade in my collection. I will keep you close, always—above all others who might try to claim what rightfully belongs in my possession. In the depths of my home, in the heights of my bed, there will only ever be you in my sight. You are the jewel in my crown, the portrait

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.

“Exactly! You dared to bring a woman like this home? Have you been possessed?” “Divorce! Yvonne must divorce him!” Daisy wailed loudly while Philip Carter, my father-in-law, remained silent with a dark expression. His pipe struck the table with a thunderous clatter. Charles kept his head down, and his fists were clenched tight. He did not dare to argue. I listened to the commotion from my room. This was only the beginning. Michelle, your journey of “returning to the primitive” had only just started.

"She isn't the waitress you can buy or break. If you move without a plan, you will lose him before you even hold him." ​My son was in the hands of a woman who had every reason to hate me. ​"I need time," I rasped, though I knew time was the one thing I had already wasted too much of. "I need... I need to see him." "Timothy, listen to me carefully," Lola Hilda’s voice dropped to a low, commanding tone that finally pierced through my fog of shock. "You are thinking like a businessman. You are thinking of 'claiming' and 'possessing.' But you aren't dealing with a company you can hostilely takeover."

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

I didn’t expect him to be so dominant and cold. “Woah, woah, chill dude. I’m a bartender and your wife is a drunkard, I must say and now she has drunk quite a lot of one of our strongest liquor and she insists on driving all by herself. Just come and pick her up.” I told him the address and he even apologized for his behavior and said that he is very possessive about her. I said it was okay and it’s a positive thing but extra possessiveness is dangerous. I waited for her husband as she was drooling over the entire bar making weird noises. I can confidently say she is not much of a drinker.

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

I added still standing by the door preventing him from coming in. " Asshole!" He cursed and turned to Christy who was standing watching the drama as it unfolds before her. " I will be seeing you, sweetheart," He said and I groan at him. " I am the only one who has the right to call her that," I said and his eyes knitted in a frown. " A possessive husband, this friend of mine, isn't he?" He asked Christy and I waited patiently for her response. " You are not far from the truth, really possessive," She admitted and I groaned.