Possess Me Novels & Stories

Real and permanent and mine in a way that nothing in my life had ever been mine before. Something possessive moved through me so fast it scared me. Then something terrified came right behind it, because I understood in that moment what I had just done. Not just marked her. Not just completed the bond. I had handed her every piece of leverage she would ever need over me. Every wall I had built since the curse took hold, every careful distance I had kept, every excuse I had used to stay separate and contained and safe, was gone. She was it now. She was the thing I could not afford to lose and the thing most likely to be used against me, and I had walked into the training yard at dawn and given

Today God probably blessed him because he gets the chance he never dreamed of. Olivia let out a breath. She doesn’t know why she was feeling heavy inside her. Her eyes were wet. Why? Because someone has stood beside her who has never had a relationship with her. “I don’t know, Max. How will I express my gratitude but I pray to God that you’ll get the happiness you want? You will get the wealth you wished. You will get the love you desire and here your creditor will do everything for you. Amen!” Olivia said and kissed the Jesus locket, which had been given by her father.

"Huh? Why my phone, I'm sure that you have your phone with you right now. Can't you call him through your phone?" "well, Hahaha…Did you not see his angry face a while ago? I'm sure as hell that he is currently angry at me and he won't answer my calls if I call him using my phone so lend me yours now or you can call him yourself here. Tell him that you need him to do something back at the banquet kitchen or something like that"

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."

"Wait, are you serious? Akuji told me you were playing with a new toy, but never did I believe for a second that you were serious." I launched over the chair, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her to the wall from the insult to my mate. "She is mine." Neha did not bother to react. There was no attempt to be freed from my hold, nor was there any fear in her eyes as she scanned over my face. "You are serious. You have claimed the human?" I released her, her short frame dropping the foot to the floor. "I am claiming the witch, yes. If you wish to remain in power here, you may. Only as long as I can return to live the rest of my life with her."

"Better hope you don't change your mind because I won't ever let go now that you're mine." I shudder at the possessiveness in Noah's tone, knowing he isn't joking around. What have I gotten myself into?

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.

Leaning his head on mine he took long deep breaths. "I know I'm controlling. I know I'm possessive , self-centered, egoistic bastard but only for you. I don't care about the world . I can't take back your pain but please let me cure it , knowing I was the one who inflicted it. Or better you can get your revenge on me , do whatever you want to do with me but..... " He trailed opening his eyes piercing right though my soul. I wanted to peel my gaze off him but I couldn't. My whole body was freezed with his mere stare.

The only way he could have known was if he went to check on me in that room the moment I left and then he followed me all the way here. Instead of replying to me, he moves towards me, grabbing my waist as it hits his lower body. "You are mine, remember? You have a job, remember?" Placing my hand on his chest, I try to move out but his hold on my waist becomes stronger. With gritted teeth, I snap. "You don't own me!" "Of course I do", he replies sharply, as though he was expecting that. The possessive is alluring and annoying at the same time and I feel foolish for feeling this way.

The key was still in my fist, now pinned between my own body and the mattress, a hidden shard of betrayal. “Look at me,” he commanded, and I did. I saw the possessiveness, the fear, the desperate need to be my entire world. “You’re mine. Nothing else exists.” He thrust inside. I arched off the bed, a sharp cry torn from my throat. He was so hard, so full, stretching me exquisitely. He didn’t move at first, just let me feel the complete, overwhelming fullness of him. The key dug into my palm.