Possesive Husband Novels & Stories

He chuckled, "That's great. This is the spirit I have been wanting to see." "But can you really do this?" Savannah frowned. "Are you doubting me?" He played with his finger, "Ms George, I don't like it when my partner doubts me. In case, I can only end this collaboration." "I…no…I am sorry…" Savannah pursed her lips. "You should be!" He chuckled, "Do you know what your man is having a sweet time with his newlywed wife." "But look at you…" He shrugged his shoulders, "Sitting here and fuming with anger but can't do anything. Ms. George, I really want to pity you.."

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

"I will try to overcome my possessiveness and give you the space you deserve. Otherwise, those who fantasize about you won’t see the sun tomorrow," he said with a confident tone. "But I won't control your freedom. You're an individual, and you should have your own. That's how you'll be happy. My mission is not only to protect you but also to make you feel happy. "That's what makes a good husband. So, I have to overcome this possessiveness. Am I not the best?"

He said. I felt anger, my hands fisted, "Edward, I'm not a piece of your property." Was he really a king? Of course, he was. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to talk to me like this. No matter, part of me likes his possessive talk. Perhaps, I'm assuming things. He could do anything. "You're not, hon. You're the other half of me, which means only mine." He said. My jaw hung open. What was wrong with him today, "What has gotten into you?" I asked. I forgot that I was standing in my sister's house and demanding the reason for my husband's romantic, possessive behavior.

she gulps in fear. I teased her, with a devilish grin on my face; one that villains had in possession," Oh Uh… I better prepare to witness a lover's quarrel. Or should I say, a married couple's quarrel?" I could sense the slight tremble on my mother's shoulder. To be honest, my father's quite the possessive man towards my mother. Like how I am, towards Charlotte. Perhaps it's something in our family tree. Either way, possessiveness is something we all have in common. We can't blame love for making us insane, right?

“But… I can’t just sit and watch while she messes with you. I need to put her in her place.” “She’s stubborn, I’ve met her, remember? This is women’s business, and I want you to stay out of it. I know you can easily change the tide for me by just whispering sweet words in her ears, but I don’t want that. You’re mine, and mine alone,” I said with finality. Lucas let out a chuckle. "I love it when you're possessive, baby." "Of course I'm possessive. You're my husband."

I scolded. "Why don't we all just hang out today?" He wiggled his brows. "I'm married Bruce, so no, we can't hang out together my husband can be very jealous and he is only letting me hang out with you because you are into men" I retorted. "That's the reason why he is the standard, men in love her jealous of any man coming close to their wife. Possessive men are even much better, they don't like sharing and will never have eyes for other women" He said and I frowned.

She is so perfect, so fucking amazing. If I were stupid enough to believe in true love, I would have said that she was my soul mate, I would have said that she was that special person made just for me. But I’m nothing like that, deep inside in my heart, I have a strong desire to dominate and subdue her. As I kept watching her, my desire to control and possess her was quietly growing. I want to keep her in my house as my pet. Her only job will be to satisfy me and make me happy.

“Why should I go back? You don’t want me anymore, you love someone else. Why won’t you let me leave with some dignity?” “You are my wife,” he seethes, his control fraying at the edge. “I know you think this place will save you, protect you from me. But, little bunny, I own Moscow, and that includes this place. You have no shelter from me, only the one I provide.” He steps closer, and my heart slams against my ribs. My breath quickens, ragged and loud in my ears. “As long as you are my wife, you do as I say. So be a good girl, Claire, and get in the car.”

“Because of my food?” “No no,because you are perfect like how he brags”,Jamie chuckles. *Jamie lets out a huff of laughter, shaking his head at you with a smirk.* “Oh sweetheart, you've got him wrapped around your finger and you don't even realize it. He's always been possessive, but ever since you came into his life… it's a whole new level.He worships the ground you walk on. Even a blind person could see that.” “Oh wow”,i laugh at that.