Possess Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

And she can’t possibly tell them that she is ‘Shadow. In the underworld, Shadow is well known for being able to obtain information that even an influential person cannot. She is able to provide information about a needle in a haystack and its exact position. Aurora herself is just amazed by how capable her friend is.

Tempest giggled, making Nuri blinked in surprise. ‘Wait... did you see that?’ ‘No, but I knew what you were picturing. It was enough.’ ‘Aww, I thought we had a super cool wolfy power for a second,’ Nuri joked, scanning the board. Her nerves calmed when she spotted “M. Gerard – Dean” and assumed that had to be Moira. ‘Double win for you, Temp. We’re even in the right building, with time to spare.’ ‘Maybe we do have a super cool wolfy power.’

he murmurs, his tone deeper as night has fallen, rough around the edges. As I go to turn around to look at him, I see something glint by his bedside. A crossbow. My stomach turns over dramatically. Then, my frantic gaze lands on his bare hands, arms, which are dusted with the faintest hint of the mark that touches his forehead. How many years has he withheld his magic? "Fran is dead asleep and won't wake, and Jessa is out somewhere," I say numbly, hardly hearing the words out of my mouth. I can't imagine where Jessa would be, with the blizzard roaring spectacularly outside, shaking the foundation of the Inn.

He sighed a sigh of relief and stared deeply at her. "My beautiful Clara, you are so beautiful, it's unbelievable." Clara stared back at him, her eyes had shown uncertainty. The way he looked at her was unexplainable. His eyes were filled with... tender possessiveness. "Clara, you are mine. Always remember that."

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

She wondered; this man was the most confusing one she’d met. At first when she saw his true nature, she’d hated the moon goddess for pairing her with such a jackass, he might be good-looking, but he had an unwelcome character, one that would repel any she-wolf. But now, after seeing him that day, after seeing the fear in his eyes, he looked so terribly frightened of losing her, of losing something that belonged to him, like he was familiar with the pain of losing something so dear to him before, and he was scared of experiencing that pain all over again. She knew that there must be a reason for this; his possessive nature didn’t come naturally, something must have caused it. She recalled Cia

Creeping unease that settles into your cracks is what this is. I pause at the door again, trying the handle for the ten thousandth time. A girl can dream it will have magically unlocked, right? Fists clench and open, clench and open. I picture ramming them through the paneling. I picture setting the whole place on fire. I picture walking freely.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body, as if making sure she was still his.

Sinubukan niyang hanapin ang switch pero hindi niya mahanap. “What are you looking for?”

My fingers reach out to touch his face, and just like last night, the moment my skin brushes his, I feel that spark again. The tingles are everywhere now. Not just my hand. Every part of me that’s touching him. I pull my hand back, confused. “It’s the mate bond,” he says quietly. My brows furrow. I shake my head. “You don’t know what that is?” he asks gently. I shake my head again. He explains. “A mate for wolves like us is like a soulmate. They complete you. No one else ever will. You only get one. Some never find theirs. Most discover them by eighteen. I was starting to think I never would… until I found you.”