Possession Plot Novels & Stories

"I love him more than love itself, Nexus." "Is the kind of love you have... is it toxic? Toxic to the point that you become overly possessive and obsessive? Is it the kind of love that could suffocate Ciel? Because if that's the kind of love you have, then you might as well just let him go; it doesn't matter if you're paired. Because being with someone who only thinks about himself, disregarding the feelings of whom he called the love of his life, is no better than suffering without your mate." There was nothing but pure seriousness in Nexus’ voice as he uttered those words. And the two alphas with him understood why he was reacting like that. Of course an omega would always side with his fe

His gaze lingered on Zayn’s possessive grip, on the way I was pressed against another man’s chest, and I could practically see the wheels turning in his mind. Zayn’s grip on my waist tightened, fingers spreading slightly like a silent message: You’re mine right now. Whether I wanted to be or not. The possessiveness in the gesture sent an uncomfortable chill down my spine. This wasn’t protection—it was claiming. And the way Killian’s eyes darkened as he watched made me realize I’d somehow become a prop in whatever drama was unfolding between them. I was a pawn in a game I didn’t understand, moved around at their will.

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.

“This is about survival. Yours and mine.” “Then maybe you should let me go,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. He laughed—a bitter, humorless sound. “You still don’t get it, do you? You’re not just some woman in my house, Elana. You’re my wife now. My possession. That title comes with protection… and consequences.” The word “possession” echoed in her ears like a slap. Her voice wavered, but she didn’t look away. “You can’t force love, Luca.”

"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.

Ha… But tonight, I was determined to embrace the moment. I'll enjoy myself! I grip tightly to the edge of the table as my vision becomes blurry again. I clung onto a glass filled with a mysterious concoction, and with each sip, the warmth spread through my body, replacing my anxiety with a blissful haze. As the night progressed, I found myself engrossed in conversation with the servants. They spoke highly of Callisto, the enigmatic boss of the mansion. He, an enigmatic boss, is my ass.

I see desperation in his eyes, he is afraid that someone will find out something about James and now that I am interested in the subject I will go all the way to find out what it is about and why so much interest in the girl. I was in my office when Vanusa entered with the phone in her hand. "Sir, it's Charlie again. He insists that he wants to talk to you or he will not stop calling." I picked up the phone and brought it to my ear. Active Call "Indecent proposals, you asshole?" I heard his cynical laughter on the other end of the line. "Not this time. I heard that Mauricio is a novice and wants to take possession of her without wanting to share her with anyone."

Despite the agitation in my chest, I still managed to ask him. “Uh, Papa, what were you talking about? What is it for, why-“ He cut me off mid-sentence and looked straight at me. There was something in his eyes…like he’d just secured exactly what he wanted. “Well, you know how things work in a business-driven world, Alina. Having Mr. Villion on our side is a major advantage. So… we’ve come to an agreement. You’ll be marrying his eldest son, Lance.”

For the first time in a long while, someone touched me without cruelty. And I let myself feel. QUESTION OF THE DAY Alice has discovered that her husband has another woman—will she finally walk away? Her visit to Christopher’s house crossed a dangerous line. Will this trespass destroy everything? READ: POSSESSION OR LOVE?

I pity Gianni because he's trying to validate himself in front of Alessio by boasting about the dealings he's been doing for the past months and when Alessio tells him that there's a rat among the Russo family who's interfering with the money — the sweat beads forming on Gianni's forehead are hard to miss. Once in a while whiskey eyes meet mine and embarrassment courses through my veins hastily, maybe it was because of the night that is carved in my soul where he had me in positions I never thought existed or the words of encouragement for that left his mouth of which I'm reminded again and again as he opens his mouth once in a while to reply to my husband, maybe it was because of the grey-h