Possesive Love Novels & Stories

"For coming here. For listening. For not running when I fell apart." She curls into my side. Her hand on my chest. "That's what love is, Haruto. Showing up. Even when it's hard." I hold her tighter. "I'm going to show up. Every day. For the rest of my life." She looks up at me. "Promise?" "Promise." She kisses my chest. Right over my heart. "Then I'm not going anywhere." The wind howls outside. The cabin is cold. But we're warm. --- PAIGE

You have no idea how fucking hurtful it is to see the man you love, completely pissed at seeing the woman who broke us up, with another man. “Define volatile” Molly demands. “He looked possessed. Like he was about to blow. The only reason he would behave like that, is if he was possessive of her. To be possessive in that manner, means you have deep feelings. Feelings that go beyond just caring about someone simply because she’s the mother of your kid” i tell her I don’t want to think of that possibility, but I also can’t help myself. Could it be really possible that he was in love with her and didn’t even know it?

I closed the file. “She’s not in love.” Luca frowned. “No?” “No.” I leaned back. “She’s possessive.” “There isn’t much difference.” “There is.” I looked toward the window. “Love wants someone to be happy.” I tapped the file. “Possession wants someone to belong to you.” Luca remained quiet for a moment before asking softly, “Are you possessive of Aria or you love her.” “Both.” “How’s that possible, you sound like you know the difference.”

They think that some angle come in the ground..... And when ibrahim sees her he just can't take her eyes off from her....( Ibrahim provke.....i was sitting in a sofa when I see my doll is coming with her sister she is looking extremely beautiful like an angle my angle..... Everyone looking at her and in that moment I feel proud, at the same time I feel possessiveness.... Proud of my doll.... And possesiveness because I don't want anyone sees my doll weather it is a man or a woman.... She came and

I insisted, fighting the rising panic. “Of course, he does. He loves your strength. He loves your loyalty. He loves that you carry his heirs,” Damon said, emphasizing the word with cruel precision. “But love, for men like him, is possession. And what happens when the possession is compromised? When the key is damaged? When the asset has been in the hands of the enemy?”

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate.

I was stunned after listening to him. “Scott you misunderstood it, he doesn't love me. He is just possessive about me, nothing else,” I said while smiling in nervousness and disbelief. He smiled at me and said, “Possessiveness comes from the person who is madly in love with you.” He doesn't love me. Scott is misunderstanding everything.

Esther shook in fear, “Don't worry as long as someone loves you, they won't think of hurting you trust me” “Really?” “Of course” “Are you possessive?” “Me?” He asked pointing at himself “Hmmm” I nodded “Nhhhh, I've never been in love, I use to be a playboy and I've never loved any of them, so I don't know what being possessive is, maybe when I'm in love I can get to experience that feeling”

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

“You don’t love me. You are obsessed and possessive. I am an object you want to own and do whatever you want to.” “Yes. I am possessive and I might be obsessed with you as well. Then there is the fact that you are mine! I own you. I own your mind, your body… Your pussy! I own the life now growing in your belly.” His hand leaves my jaw to gently stroke my stomach. His eyes follow the motion with an emotion I never thought this monster would be able to house. Love. He loves the child in my stomach already. His hand snakes beneath my shirt to rub along my bare skin.