Possession Plot Novels & Stories

He wanted to move on in his life with the sole love of her life. At first, he only wanted Zahra to claim her as his. He wanted her to know that she was only his and no one else's. He had a strong urge to make Zahra only his. He was always possessive of his belongings and so was the case of Zahra. He became extremely possessive of her. And in this game of his possession, he forgot when he crossed his line and behaved like a barbarian to her and dealt with her in the same way as those people who disobeyed him. He was still possessive of her but a softer side entered his heart. He felt those emotions with Zahra that he had never felt before. His heart compelled him to trust her unlike his brain

“Stop for a second, King, Mom’s outside.” Pandora pressed her hand against Kingston’s chest, trying not to let out even the slightest moan, which forced her to cover her mouth as Kingston continued to run his fingers over her body. Last time Kingston had done it angrily, but this time the man was exactly like a tyrant—claiming Pandora as his rightful and official possession, as if he could do anything, including slowly creeping downward. Leaving trails of heat, occasionally squeezing Pandora’s chest with a rough grip.

The look in his eyes is no longer his fake affection but possession, one too scary to comprehend. How did I ignore the signs that he was a maniac? The days he stalked me and I thought it was the sweetest thing ever. The moments he always had his way and I was just a submissive wife… Now, I'm certain spending one more day with him will make me a murderer. "Are you done?" My tone is flat. "It seems you've found a new hobby. You can tear as much as you want but be sure to hear from my lawyer." “You’re my wife, Valerie. Mine.” His voice is thick with possession. “News flash, wifey, we’re stuck in this, forever.” He displays his devilish smirk and holds back the chair to usher me in like nothing

If he wanted to show her portals, let him. “You trust me?” she asked, eyes fixed on his. He leaned forward, oblivious. “Yes, I can tell when a person is mine.” There it was, the rhythm she’d been waiting for. He felt possession as a reward. Pride in ownership softened his cruelty. If he believed she was "his," he would yield things in service of that possession: documents, numbers, schedules. He'd show her the inner workings as if to brag. She would gather them, tuck them away, and feed them back to Jaxon when she could.

Those few words of his once again started messing up with her head regarding him. Sending her one last glance, he turned around and walked out of the room, leaving Aniya in that dilemma ... .if it was just for his possession then why was he wanting to do it even after the end of that possession? And most importantly…. would that possession of his over her ever going to end? Sighing, she cleaned her eyes and face. Maintaining her stature, she strode out of the room too. …………

He said, “Hello, I’m Sergeant Major Trivor Waltman, Nice to meet you, Ma’am!” “Dianna Sy. Nice meeting you, Sir.” “Honestly speaking, this is not a minor robbery case,” he paused and looked around. “Have you checked what was missing?” Dianna sighed and shook her head in disagreement. She called Haina and asked her to tell the officer all the things that were missing. “She knows what’s missing, officer.” Dianna coldly said. “I… I’m not hundred percent sure but based on my findings, numerous things were missing,” Haina gulped for a moment. “The shop’s gold lucky charm, cash, and even the jar of donation for the orphanage.”

Theo stepped around the desk and moved closer, his presence suffocating, commanding. “This isn’t forever,” he said. “But while you’re here, while you’re mine—there are rules.” She flinched at the word. “Mine?” she echoed bitterly. “Is that what this is? Ownership?” He tilted his head, studying her with those unreadable, storm-dark eyes. “No. It’s protection. But yes, I’m possessive. I don’t deny it. And I don’t like the idea of you running again. I won’t have it.”

Everything of him. Her wolf snarled softly. ‘It’s not our house,’ she murmured. ‘It’s his. All of it. His.’ The thought made her stomach tighten. Ownership. Possession. Her wolf didn’t sound angry—she sounded resigned, and somehow, that was worse. At least Kalmin hadn’t locked her in the room this time. That small victory gave her a glimmer of hope as she moved toward the kitchen. The soft sound of footsteps approaching behind her made her heart lurch in her chest. Her body tensed, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know it was him.

She couldn't help but weep silently in pain as he covered her neck and shoulder with bruising kisses— a mark of possession and ownership. Her entire neck throbbed with pain as he finally leaned away, allowing her reprieve. His eyes flashed unmistakable possessiveness as he gripped her chin and squeezed it harshly. "You will wear them exactly as I left them. Try to hide them, and you’ll regret it," he threatened, meaning business. These marks of his possession were for the world to see she was claimed. Her troubled expression was expected. "But I.." she tried to oppose, but he hushed her by pressing his finger on her lips.

Chapter 3: The Alpha's Possession** --- Damon's dark eyes fell on her, and he could feel her trembling beneath his gaze. His eyes never left her until she exited the courtyard. Damon’s smirk was replaced with a grim expression as he turned to his right-hand man, Alfred. "Take her body to my pets in the dungeon," Damon ordered, and Alfred quickly obliged. Alfred, who had served the Alpha as his Beta and right-hand man, wasted no time passing the instructions to the guards. Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irritating him further was not the wisest choice—unless he had plans of ending up six feet under.