Possesive Love Novels & Stories

“That’s the point, Cassie. I don’t want Rowan. I don’t want Liam. I want to know I can have them—or at least pieces of them—whenever I choose. The power. The control. That’s the fun.” Cassie exhaled sharply, almost laughing from disbelief. “You’re insane. You don’t even care about love, do you?” “Love?” I smirked. “Love is boring. Possession is better. People fall in and out of love all the time, but when you possess something —when you take it, when it’s yours—it doesn’t matter how anyone else feels. Look at this bag. Piper would probably cry if she knew Rowan bought this for me. That’s worth more than love.”

She knew how it felt to be loved by him. Not loved at. Not loved in the consuming possessive way of something that wanted to keep her. Loved by — the specific active generosity of it, the way his love had always made her larger rather than smaller, had always moved toward her freedom rather than her containment, had always had her actual self as its object rather than his idea of her. She knew all of it. She held it. Not as loss. Not as something to grieve. As something she owned. As the truest thing she had ever been given and the truest thing she had ever given back.

"Don't you still understand? You just treat me as a prize to be won in battles. In other words, you still treat me like a pet. All this time, this pet remains extremely loyal and dedicated to you, but now, it's starting to slip from its reins. "You can't handle the idea of it going berserk. You want to tie it by your side once again and make it obedient toward you. That's all you want. But the thing is, that's just your possessiveness rearing its fangs, not love! Never love!"

Don't get me wrong I'm not into love but seeing her I want to possess her, seeing all those men look at her hungrily on the pole as she twerks got my blood boiling and at that moment I swore to make her mine. After that day, I concluded it had be her last day at the club. I offered the club owner a huge amount of money which he accepted. After that, we had a one-night stand, but I made sure to cum into her as many times as I wanted. I want to tie her down to myself only. I can still remember that night, the feel of her body against mine, her sweet moan, how she squeaks under me, everything about her I want to own.

He wanted to move on in his life with the sole love of her life. At first, he only wanted Zahra to claim her as his. He wanted her to know that she was only his and no one else's. He had a strong urge to make Zahra only his. He was always possessive of his belongings and so was the case of Zahra. He became extremely possessive of her. And in this game of his possession, he forgot when he crossed his line and behaved like a barbarian to her and dealt with her in the same way as those people who disobeyed him. He was still possessive of her but a softer side entered his heart. He felt those emotions with Zahra that he had never felt before. His heart compelled him to trust her unlike his brain

" He asked impatiently. A yes or a no. I looked at him, already staring me. Then my face changed into one of the biggest smiles as I jumped on him and threw my arms around his neck. "Of course!" I said, nodding my head like a crazy person. He just laughed at my behavior and wrapped his arms around me, tightly. "I love you too, Ace." I whispered as he pushed the ring in my finger. And I meant it. Deep from my heart. I was sure of one thing. He loved me from the start. He loved me when I didn't even know about him. I had been and will always be only his. His Possession. _______________________________________________________________________ THE END.

“I was in his house, Kaiden. Not in his bed.” “Still.” “Still nothing,” I said, buckling in. “That was extremely possessive of you.” He glanced at me with no hint of shame. “I don’t know how to love if it’s not possessive.” I huffed out a laugh. “That’s not healthy, you know.” “I didn’t say it was. I just said it was mine.” “You make me sound like an object.” He grinned. “An incredibly hot, terrifying, deeply loved object.”

It had become a part of the very fabric of the universe, a force that would continue to guide and inspire all those who encountered it. And so we drifted on, our love shining bright and true, like a star in the night sky. And we knew that wherever we went, our love would continue to light the way, guiding and inspiring all those who followed in our footsteps. For our love had become more than just a feeling. It had become a legacy, a testament to the power of unity, acceptance, and hope. And we were proud to have been a part of it.

I stood up and got to her room in a flash with my heart in my mouth, da*n love has made me soft. "Kill it, please. Ahh". She said as a cockroach flew across the room, to say I was angry would be an understatement and not at her but at myself. I've become just like a teenage girl I, Lawrence Basma, the most powerful business man, known as fearless, heartless and cold have become so weak and I can't say I want to go back to the past because the future I see with her makes my heart speeds up with delight. I throw these thoughts at the back of my mind, kill the roach and turn to her. Right now, I wanna kiss her, hold her, make her mine. I wanna tell her I love her but I don't feel the time is ri

"Baby..." "No. Don't call me that. Ms. Rose" I said stiffening at the feel of him, he evaded my personal space, closing the littlest gap left between us, he sniffed me, "heavenly" he mumbled. I moved backwards, stumbled into the wall behind, his hands caged me between himself and the wall, "listen. And listen very carefully, my Angel, you are mine. I want you here forever. I love y----" "That's not love, that's possession, Mr. Hunter. Love is not forced upon others it is gained the same as trust. I despise you." I spat rudely.