Possesive Love Novels & Stories

“I’m not sorry. Come home soon, but be careful. I know you have Tee and Jax to back you, but I still worry.” “I know. Have Arson kiss you and the baby for me. You’re both mine,” he states and then hangs up. “Why does him sounding possessive also sound like an ‘I love you’?” Arson asks. “Because that is his ‘I love you’. He doesn’t know how to feel love, but his possession is his form of love. It’s different, but it is entirely Ransom,” I inform Arson. “Yeah, I guess you're right,” Arson murmurs then kisses me breathless. “There’s your kiss from Ran.”

People become possessive when they are in love and it is fine . But when you prioritize possessiveness over love that is where things go wrong . If you want to have a happy love life , it is necessary to differentiate between love and possession.While the love of your partner makes you , the possessiveness of your partner breaks you.While in love there’s trust , willingness to share , comfort , and respect for each other’s space, whereas possessiveness is anything but that.

’ I asked, ‘ but we have our whole future’ he smiled ‘ I love you’ he said. ‘ I love you too’ I smiled as we embrace each other under million stars that were shining brighter than ever before. _______________________ THE END__________________ To all the cutie pies❤️❤️ who supported me throughout this novel, thank you a lot.😄😄 I know there were times when I wanted to drop this novel or just stop writing but your comments kept pulling me forward and that is how MY LOVABLE POSSESSIVE MATE as come to an end.

Her emotions were overwhelming, but her desire to possess and conquer Aaron was getting higher and higher. "Just watch, I'll make you kneel at my feet," Tifanny muttered softly.

What is wrong with me? I watched him leaned in to kiss me. A i love you kiss that later transitioned to a possessive and hungry kiss. The kiss broke briefly and i knew my lips were swollen, instead of feeling the pain, i wanted him to kiss me more and make my lips bleed. He gave me what I've been craving all week. A mind-blowing Damon ice sex. I am going to give this a shot. Damon genuinely loves me, unlike Nathan. This man here is my world, and i can't bear to be separated from him, even though it's dangerous for both of us. For once in my life, I'm going to be selfish and put my happiness first before his safety. I am going to marry the one true love of my life.

“I am yours, Eliane. I was always yours. Anyone else in my life was a distraction while I was waiting for you.” I feel very, very possessive of my dragon. I watch him smile as he feels my possessiveness. “You think that’s funny?” I ask him. I feel a wave of possessiveness hundreds of times stronger than what I was feeling flow through me. “That’s my possessiveness of you, and only a bit of it. Until you have full access to your dragon, my emotions will be too intense for you to handle. So, while I love your possessiveness of me, it’s not at the same level that mine is for you.”

My Possession. And now I know about my feelings for you. Story of New York billionaire MONSTER Vs Indian Beauty. A Story of Monster's Madness, possessiveness and obsession.... "I want to break you into tiny pieces at the same time I also want to mend you", DAVISH GREY His love was Dark and Dominant but she was his SUNSHINE.. He was passionate about her but She was afraid of him and his possessiveness.. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“I burn for you, Sofia. And you know that kind of love is stronger.” I clenched my fists. “Love?” I spat. “You call this love?” Thomas smiled, but there was nothing soft about it. “Yes,” he said simply. “Love isn’t just gentle words and soft touches, sweetheart. It’s possession. It’s the kind of hunger that never dies, the kind that makes you need to own someone completely.” A shiver ran down my spine. He leaned in, his voice lowering. “You think Theo’s the first man who ever looked at you like you were his whole world?” His fingers traced the edge of my wrist, where the rope had left angry red marks. “He’s not.”

"Is there really? Because everyone I've ever known who claimed to love someone left them. My mother loved me and she left. My father loved my mother and he cheated on her. Richard loves Rosaline and he's fucking his ex wife behind her back. Every single person in my life who has ever said the word love has used it as an excuse to hurt someone." I walked back to the computer and sat down. The screen glowed in front of me, the email still open, the evidence still attached. "So maybe this is what love looks like for someone like me. Possession. Obsession. The inability to let go even when letting go would be the kinder thing to do. Maybe I don't know how to love someone without wanting to own e

We were bound by obsession, passion, and the unbreakable, intoxicating pull of our love. I am allowing his territorial possessiveness to own me as his Isla in this vast Ocean he calls his. And anyone who dared challenge it would burn.