Possess Me Novels & Stories

She was mine; all the way mine. No one else had ever had her but me, that meant something in this fucked up world we lived in, it meant something to me. How can I get her to see that she had nothing to fear because of my over possessiveness? She should know that when it came to me, she was the safest person on the earth, but I wasn't about to give in, not even a little bit. There was only one way for us to work, and the sooner she got that through her thick fucking skull the better.

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

If you don't come back right away I will disown you Continuing my walk I stopped short. I have to do something first. Putting down my bag I turned around thinking I was coming back to him, my father addressed me with a dominant smile. Having nothing to do with him, I walked past him towards Kensha's old room. Arriving at this one I started by taking all these things (clothes, notebook, photo frame) and throwing them in the middle of the room they ended up making a small hill, after I took a lamp and threw the contents on these things and I put the fire. Little by little igniting, they ended up being consumed. I walked towards Isadora before snatching the ring from her finger. Making her gasp

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."

I heaved a nervous sigh and played with my fingernails as if that would do the job for me. “I don’t want this situation anymore. I want this to stop. I don’t want lust to be the only reason pushing us toward each other. I don’t want you to see another man aside from me. You want to own me? I feel the same way... You don’t get to be the only one who holds me. I want you to be mine too…” I confessed, my voice slipping into something possessive. He didn’t speak, so I continued with my confession.

“She. Is. Fucking. Mine.” I thread the spell into her myself when she pretend to sleep. Black ribbons curled beneath her skin, she didn’t feel it, but if she hadn’t been playing her pathetic game I’m sure she would have fought, glared in that way before trying to claw my eyes out. The connection locked into place far too easily, an ancient thing that had been lay in wait. Pain, rage, I should be able to feel her. There is just a vast impossible silence where she should be.

“What power does to people. How it strips them bare. Leaves nothing but want.” Her head snapped toward me, eyes sharp behind the mask. Good. I wanted that spark. I wanted her burning. My hand found hers, fingers sliding over her knuckles, loosening her grip just enough to remind her who was in control here. “But not you,” I said, my voice darkening, thick with possession. “You don’t belong to them. You belong to me.”

“Stop for a second, King, Mom’s outside.” Pandora pressed her hand against Kingston’s chest, trying not to let out even the slightest moan, which forced her to cover her mouth as Kingston continued to run his fingers over her body. Last time Kingston had done it angrily, but this time the man was exactly like a tyrant—claiming Pandora as his rightful and official possession, as if he could do anything, including slowly creeping downward. Leaving trails of heat, occasionally squeezing Pandora’s chest with a rough grip.

“Stop being mean to me! Stop being mean to me!” I break down in tears. My chest is stifling. It cannot contain my frustration. Why won't anything ever go my way? “Kael, what do I do?” Kael pats my back with an assuring look. “It's okay. This is not the end. You can still shift another full moon. Pull yourself together.” “What do I do? What do I do Kael…I'm so confused right now…” She sighs and without speaking another word, she just pulls me into her body. I stay there in her hands and my tears flow.

She knew that if she could capture the essences inhabiting Dorian and Carter before they returned to their respective planes, she could claim for herself something no mortal had ever possessed. "I offer these vessels of flesh," she declared to the void, her eyes turning completely black. "I offer the life of Dorian Thorne and that of his assistant. In exchange, I demand the Right of Blood: the immortality that flows within the angel and the power of command held by the demon. Let their divinities die so that I may be eternal."