Possessive Anime Novels & Stories

He leaned back against the desk, arms folding as he turned to look at her—and his gaze dropped, catching on the smooth sliver of skin revealed as she stretched her arms overhead with a yawn. His eyes lingered for a beat too long. Nuri’s breath caught. Heat prickled at her navel, traveling upward as she lowered her arms. She saw the way his jaw tightened, the flash of something raw behind his eyes. Lust. Or was it just possessiveness? Sometimes, it was hard to tell with him. “What if the pack doesn’t accept my claim?” she asked, pressing past the sudden tension that gripped her spine. “What if they say it happened too long ago, or that I don’t have the right to challenge a beta in a pack I’m

In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing. "Dante, how could she be talking to another man? Really? You just admit you like her? Who is this man? Is he her mate? But she said she doesn’t have a mate…” I talked to myself. A mixture of anger and desperation welled within me. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her before even having the chance to make her mine. The pain of Anna's loss compounded the intensity of my emotions, fueling the possessive fire that burned within.

“This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” His arm was wrapped tight around my waist, the other sliding under my neck like I was his toy. My whole body shook as he held me still and fucked me from behind. In slow, deep, possessive strokes that made my stomach tighten and my pussy clench. “Answer me, Aiko,” he said, teeth grazing my shoulder. “Tell me who it belongs to.” “You,” I gasped. “It’s yours. All yours.” “Damn right it is.” His hips snapped forward, and I cried out again.

It made it hard to stay away. As I watched her head up towards the door a thought occurred; I knew my obsession would never be sated. I had to possess her. How stupid I had been in middle school when I decided to bully her, but who would have thought that back then the nerdy girl with golden hair, sapphire eyes, thick glasses, and metal mouth would turn out to be the hottest girl in Harlowe.

PAIGE Haruto points a gun at Marcus. Marcus points a gun at Julian. Julian points a gun at Haruto. Three men. Three weapons. Three faces twisted with hate. I stand in the middle, frozen. Can't move. Can't speak. Can't breathe. "She's mine." Haruto's voice is cold. Hard. Nothing like the man who kissed me on my doorstep. "She's always been mine. Six years I waited. Six years I loved her. You don't get to take her from me."

Arka brushed Bima’s damp hair back from his forehead and pressed his lips firmly against Bima’s still-burning skin. The kiss lingered for a long, agonizing moment. Arka closed his eyes, greedily inhaling the scent of Bima’s body mixed with the sharp smell of medicine and sweat. It wasn’t a kiss born of lust, but a solemn vow. A seal of absolute ownership stronger than any physical mark he had ever branded into Bima’s skin. "You belong to me, Bima. Even this fever doesn’t have the right to hurt you without my permission," Arka whispered directly against his skin, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly dark possessiveness.

“I don’t do childish labels but I’ll be your man.” As his lips connected with my neck I closed my eyes smiling. “My protector.” He leaned up moving his arm around me as he moved in front of me. “I will always protect you, Taylor. You belong to me.” I laughed. “You make me sound like some kind of possession.” Lucas shrugged, “you are, you’re mine.”

We both smiled when I said that to him. The smile on his face is very obvious and he hugged me tightly. "I don't want anyone to talk to you that close. I'm so jealous." He said while the smile was not removed from his lips. Well, compared before, his smile reached his ears. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you're possessive, Mr. Gomez." His mood changed when I suddenly called him the wrong way. "I'm just fencing off what I own." He answered me. "Yes, Sir Henry." I laughed at his frown because he really didn’t want me to call him sir.

To own it. Instead, Jace crushed forward, claiming her mouth again, harsh, desperate. I caught the sound of him sucking in her last exhale, the violent need spilling out of him. Her fingers twitched at my wrist, nails barely grazing skin. Weak. Pleading. My chest squeezed like hellfire, but I didn’t move. “She’s ours,” I rasped, more to convince myself than anyone. “If she breaks—she breaks with us.” Jace didn’t answer. He was too busy dragging her under.

When I looked in the mirror at the Academy, the orangish-red flames were so bright they looked like my skin is actually on fire. ‘We could make that happen,’ Kenna says, purring at my pride in her mark. Kenna has always been very possessive of me. I expected something along the lines of what Avani’s image looks like on my sister, but I should have expected more of my mate. Avani is a possessive dragon where my mate is a possessive dragon AND a possessive Lycan. Double the possessiveness, quadruple the size the of the claiming mark. ‘I didn’t want anyone to ever question which dragon is your dragon,’ she says, turning her head to look at her mark again. Her purring increases underneath me. ‘D