Possessive 23 Novels & Stories

she asked. Miranda’s expression shifted slightly, just for a second. So quick it couldn't be noticed. There was a small tick in her jaw. “My friend Khloe,” Gabriella continued. “I haven't seen her in a while.” “Oh, you guys can have like a girls' hangout sort of thing,” Mason offered. “Yeah,” Gabriella said, turning to him. “Sure,” Miranda replied, clenching her jaw slightly. “Girls hang out.” “Great,” Gabriella said.

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Deffin said very seriously, making Azkia shed tears of joy. Then, moved Azkia said, "From the past until now I can't hate or get sick of your possessiveness, for some reason, I feel comfortable instead, I'm happy to be your wife, can you still love me like this, but I ask that your possessiveness be reduced a little," said Azkia by giving an example of the size that must be reduced with her two fingers. Deffin chuckled and hugged Azkia tightly. "Don't dream that I can reduce my possessiveness towards you, maybe it will increase later," said Deffin with a laugh that made Azkia pursed her lips.

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

my excitements knew no boundaries. My heart was racing, after hearing his voice, it makes you crave for more, when the person appears after a long time. Happens, when a person who is the reason behind your smile talks to you after a long time. "thanks... " " It's been ten months and twenty six days since we last met, I thought you were busy!!! " "are you even counting?? " he let's a deep sigh. " anyways, Sophie, listen... I'm just here to tell you, I'll be busy for another two months "

Smiling I grabbed my container and walked into the living room watching him as he talked to Chloe. He looked up at me, “I’m still amazed every day by her.” I nodded, “she is pretty special. I think she gets that from her daddy. ” Lucas leaned down kissing her forehead, “I don’t know about that. I mean you did tame me. You found a way inside.” Taking a bite of my food I shook my head, “yeah you thought you owned me there for a bit.” Lucas laughed, “oh baby I still do you and Chloe are my most prized possessions.”

Dianna explained and was sorry. She gave him a sweet, comforting smile while her hands rested on his lap. Until Klaud stopped the car, cupped her soft, flawless cheeks. "Why did you stop? I thought we are in a hurry?" She looked at him confusingly, but he remained silent. There was something in his eyes that made her knees weak and tremble. "I can't help but look at you every second! I... I want to hold you! I... want to feel you, Dianna, and I don't know what is happening to me! I... I became possessive of you...,"

there was a mad possession in his voice. "Now I will tell you whom the actual fuck you belongs to, Biwi!"he said still with closed eyes. His voice was dripping venom right now He quickly removed his finger and smashed his lips into hers. He sucked on her lips as if he had been craving them for ages. His kiss was possessive and aggressive, with a lot of unspoken words. His eyes were still closed claiming her as his. He pinched her waist, making her gasp, and taking the opportunity, he entered his tongue into her mouth, exploring every corner.

Chapter 30 ​Timothy’s POV ​Two years. ​Seven hundred and thirty days of waking up in a penthouse that felt more like a mausoleum than a home. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the Manila skyline, but all I saw was a ghost.

The east lawn required nothing from me except presence, and presence was the one thing I had been building back toward for ten years without a clear sense of whether the building would ever arrive at something habitable. She was thirty years old and she walked like a woman who had decided what the day was worth and had declined to negotiate the price down. Thomas matched his pace to hers with fierce concentration, one hand lightly offered, the other almost certainly itching for the checklist in his jacket pocket that he had promised to leave inside and had absolutely not left inside. When they reached the place where the path opened to the standing point, Thomas delivered her with formal pre