Possession Plot Novels & Stories

Grasping her hand to have a better look at the marks, Polly berated. "That man is a bloody lunatic. He is such a possessive brute." "No! He is not that bad, he tied me only to secure me. I know he could do anything to me if he wanted to, but he didn't..." "You must have been blinded by attraction." Polly lashed out, grimacing at her. "Don't mistake his sick obsession for love. If he really loves you, he wouldn't have confined you like some bloody animal. He sees you merely as a property, a possession he can keep under lock and key..."

, she sobbed. " Give me your phone", I said. She looked at me confused. She brought out her phone and handed it over to me. I removed her sim and switched it off and did the same with mine. "Why you doing that?",she asked curiously. "So we won't get listened to", I said as I handed back her phone and sim to her. "So what next", she asked. "What next is that we set up a plan for him", I smirked. I really know what I was going to do, it's all about playing games. I chuckled within myself and let's see who wins.

"That night Mr. Sokolov disappeared because he left with a dancer after a show, one who performed in the main act, and when I found out something had happened from the club manager, who was frantic, I rushed over because I knew something was amiss." "A woman..." he lowered the gun and smiled, raising it again to fire a shot into the ceiling in celebration. "Wow!" He holstered the gun in his pants, then gave Jasha a friendly pat on the shoulder as Jasha looked at him with fear. "Well, that's some information. I even think it's worth more than the money I lent you..." He genuinely smiled; this information gave him leverage over Andrei, and he would flaunt it. "Vitali, write a check with a good

"No! Don't break it, just get rid of the movie." "Why not the TV?" Marco groaned. Alessia shook her head, while still having it buried in his jacket. "Fine fine, I won't break the TV." He finally accepted. "Now let go so I can end the movie." "No, I'm scared, please." She refused to let go, tightening her hold around him. Marco glared at her head, his eyes boring a hole into them already. "Stop acting this way when you were the one who suggested the movie, Mia Cara."

; I said to myself again She went ahead to add an extra person to our special time together without informing me And to make the matter worse, to my home without my knowledge I think I’m going to go crazy before I become an adult; I reasoned to myself I kept repeating the-same thing over and over With a sigh, I went to the kitchen to prepare the popcorn for our movie I can’t wait for her to get here so we can sit and select the movie to watch We talked about the latest movie that all the students in our department kept talking about But with the new addition, I doubt if we will still watch that same movie as it’s a female lead movie And from experience, some men do not like movie that is not

“Damn. You know, huh?” I brushed my hair back from my forehead and flashed an innocent smile. “Know that you’re his possession? Yeah. That’s why this is the last one, B.” That pretty face collapsed into rage. She straightened quickly and grabbed my elbow. “I knew it! There’s someone, isn’t there? You kissed different. You taste different. God, even your dick feels different. Everything felt better and different.” I gently grabbed her hand. “Your baby’s got a possession….” And then I placed it on her waist, the place it always goes to whenever she’s on the runway. “So why can’t I have one?”

Primal. I wasn’t sure what that said about me — that I found his violence and dominance and possessiveness sexy and protective. But I didn’t care. Perhaps it was because he still regarded me as a person, as my own being. It wasn’t a possessiveness that owned, that commanded, but a possessiveness that cherished and consumed. It was a possession of equality — he was mine as much as I was his. And it was a mutual possession. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. And I’d never wanted that with anyone else.

Torrid heat swamps me, my legs go weak, and I scrape my fingers over his broad back so I have something solid to hold on to. He drags his lips down my throat and along my collarbone, nipping and licking as he goes, leaving behind the promise of devouring me when all is said and done. I have little doubt that I will awaken in the morning to discover myself covered in tiny love bruises. Love. I very nearly scoff. There will never be any love between us. Even what is passing between us now resembles love not in the least. It is all about possession, claiming what he has gained through marriage, taking ownership of what is now rightfully his.

“But… Sir, what if—” “What if you get pregnant?” He finished for me, thrusting his fingers deeper and curling them against that sensitive spot. “That’s exactly the point. While your mother is gone, this womb is mine to claim. I want you swollen with my child by the time she returns. A permanent reminder of who owns you now.” The raw possessiveness in his voice made my pussy clench hard around his fingers. The risk, the sheer wrongness, only made it hotter. My breath came faster as he finger-fucked me lazily, keeping me on the edge but not letting me tip over.

“That’s the point, Cassie. I don’t want Rowan. I don’t want Liam. I want to know I can have them—or at least pieces of them—whenever I choose. The power. The control. That’s the fun.” Cassie exhaled sharply, almost laughing from disbelief. “You’re insane. You don’t even care about love, do you?” “Love?” I smirked. “Love is boring. Possession is better. People fall in and out of love all the time, but when you possess something —when you take it, when it’s yours—it doesn’t matter how anyone else feels. Look at this bag. Piper would probably cry if she knew Rowan bought this for me. That’s worth more than love.”