Possession Plot Novels & Stories

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.

Ana snapped still trying to grasp this new discovery. "How what?" Penelope asked "How are you going to mark your territory in his life penny,do you even know who you're with?" She whined wondering if her sister was even aware of the big fish she had caught. "DORIAN SKENDORE" she emphasized "A man who's wanted by many shameless wretch who wouldn't hesitate to snag him up like some hungry wolves in winter" Penelope cringed at the mention of 'wolves' but before her mind could drift off,she heard her sister's voice which didn't stop talking

"I am sorry; I shouldn't have forced you. But why can’t you understand that you are mine, and I will protect you, no matter what? Just trust me, please." His words were like a balm on my frayed nerves, soothing for a moment, but I could feel the underlying threat, the suffocating grip of ownership in them. The way his voice held that finality, that possessiveness that left no room for anything else. I could feel the faintest tremor in his hold, an uncertainty I once knew in him, though he would never admit it. Was there still a part of him that cared? Or was I just another possession, a thing to be locked away?

’ But her thoughts were interrupted when the man stood straight, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her closer to his body, just enough for him to lean forward a little and whisper in her ear, “How about we just take this to bed? I don’t like how these bastards stare at you like hungry beasts who just saw their prey and want to taste it.” Liza did not immediately respond to what the man said. She was still too shocked because of what he had done that all she could ever do was just stare at the man’s handsome face, and the guy seemed to be impatient because just a few seconds after Liza couldn’t answer, he spoke again, “So, what is it, woman? Would you like to be in the same bed as

“Of course, you're not a thing. You're my possession.” I glared at him. “I don't see any difference.” “But there is,” he convinced. “A thing is dead, a possession… not necessarily.” I couldn't miss the threat lacing those words. “As my possession, you will be trained to obey me and, in time, to love me.” I stared at him in dread and disbelief. “You're sick,” I muttered.

And a carefree, warmth-filled woman who didn’t even realize she was changing everything around her just by existing. He wanted to own the space she walked into. She wanted to breathe inside it. He saw love as possession. She saw love as freedom. And neither of them knew yet — They were about to become each other’s greatest weakness. Author’s Note Hi readers 🤍 His Possession, Her Freedom is my second novel and a deeper step into my writing journey. This story comes entirely from my own imagination, shaped by emotions, contrasts, and the delicate line between possession and freedom in love. It explores power, vulnerability, control, warmth, and what happens when two completely different emoti

I turned back slowly. "What?" "He found his mate. At the party on Saturday. I don't know who it is but I know it happened. I could see it in his eyes. The way he was acting." My heart was pounding. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because whoever it is, they're going to consume him. Mate bonds do that. They make you obsessed. Possessive. And if you're in his way when that happens, he'll crush you without a second thought."

I came with a stifled moan into his shoulder, thighs trembling, lips parted in shock and release. “Jesus… fuck, Jaxx…” He held me tight while I panted against his neck, my heartbeat thudding loud and fast. He didn’t say a word. Just stroked my back as I came down, brushing the hair off my sweaty face. When I finally looked up, he was staring at me with something far more dangerous than lust. Possession. “Now tell me that was a mistake again,” he whispered, lips brushing mine. I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. And maybe… didn’t want to anymore.

It's been long he met someone like her "Fine,you're ugly-ish." "Lewis "she pouted the more making him roll his eyes "Âss down. I'll make you something to eat. You love spaghetti and meatballs right?" "Of course, but do you know how to cook ?"she asked slowly. "Of course i do "he responded sharply She shurrged her shoulders and went to the living room "Crazy personality" he mumbled turning on the gas An Underground Casino** Tikka watched from a distance as Eros exchanged the briefcase containing drugs with the Philippines. Her gun ready and loaded in her hand awaiting for any stunts they'll try to pull