Possessif Novels & Stories

Third Person POV The hold that Adonis has on her is so intense, but she does well in suppressing it. She knew that one day she might be unable to take it anymore, and what she is most afraid of is Adonis ruthless character that he might dispose of her. If he loves her, even if a bit, then it is fine, but if he doesn't, she is as good as gone because behind those gorgeous features of his is a ruthless devil that kills without blinking.

"Who?" "Dylan and that bastard don't have a plan to sell it back again. When I talk to him, that bastard is so arrogant, and I badly want to beat him." I clenched my fist angrily. That bastard Dylan again. He always takes what was mine. First,t that bitch Winter, now my place. "Okay, just forget about it. Just look for a new place for me." I said between gritted teeth. I badly want that place, but Dylan owns it now. I don't want to take it back from him anymore.

I wanted to believe she wasn’t like the others. And I wouldn’t allow anyone else to claim what was mine. A strong sense of possession filled me, something deep and instinctive, a powerful need to keep what was mine safe. Now, the woman I had always wanted was finally with me. Just the thought of losing her was unbearable.

Every touch brought me closer to losing myself in him. In a husky voice, I whispered to him, expressing my readiness and need for him. His eyes darkened even further, reflecting his desire. Julius asked if I was sure, assuring me that we could stop if I wanted. His sweetness only intensified my longing, and I knew he could sense it too. Trusting him completely, I urged him to make me his.

I gathered the courage to speak. His lips curled into a wicked smile as if he derived pleasure from seeing me tense. “Since you say I don't own you. You think you can just leave? You think you can walk out of my life and I’ll let you? You’re mine, Lillian. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” “I am not your possession.” I spoke gently, my body already giving in to his grip. I used all of my strength to press his chest, but it didn't move him. Instead, his grip tightened on my waist. My body became immovable.

suddenly, Tora takes a gander at him from head to toe. "Tssk! Don't try to prod me!" sick Haya said. "Eh, you really made an excellent lady today, in fact you don't want to leave it alone. Investigate what you're wearing, you're wearing a skirt and pullover, when you don't normally wear them. What's more." , you do have a hairpin." Tora said. "Obviously, you said that every time I have a prearranged meeting, I just make myself happy." smiling Haya said

I've been preserved in amber, I am one with the sheets, I am zen. Back at the plush bed, I sink even further into comfort, soft sweet smelling fabric pushing against my cheek. My limbs are pliant, every muscle in my face relaxed, each breath in and out is evenly spaced. Relaxed back into the same fucking position I collapsed in last night. This guy is a FUCKING IDIOT. Does he really think I am his actual pet and not a woman planning violent, glorious murder.

they belong to us. Erasmus is right; she belongs to him and her wolf belongs to Erasmus, he claimed her that night, and his claim still remains valid so long as she isn’t joined to another. She is his, she belongs to him, and he’ll be damned before he lets anyone else have her… or kill her.

“I don’t do childish labels but I’ll be your man.” As his lips connected with my neck I closed my eyes smiling. “My protector.” He leaned up moving his arm around me as he moved in front of me. “I will always protect you, Taylor. You belong to me.” I laughed. “You make me sound like some kind of possession.” Lucas shrugged, “you are, you’re mine.”

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."