Possessive Books Novels & Stories

--- JULIAN She's gone. I stand in the kitchen alone, her coffee cup still warm on the counter. I pick it up. Hold it. Feel the heat she left behind. This is dangerous. I've never been interested in anyone. Not really. Women throw themselves at me constantly. Wealth. Power. The Blackwood name. They see the surface and want to drown in it. But Paige is different. She doesn't see any of that. She just exists. Bright and real and completely unaware of how she makes people feel.

I was catching feelings for a girl I had no business feeling anything for and I couldn’t shake it. Believe me, I had tried but nothing seemed to be able to make me forget her. I had never been into relationships. They were too time consuming, too clingy, too needy for me. I usually kept a girl or two close. David liked to refer to them as my “pets”. But in all honestly, they were just something to do when I was bored, upset, or just needed a release.

, I said. " Sure and take good care of yourself"I told her. I went back into my apartment and sat on the sofa chair. It was a Sunday and am going to be at home throughout. I took the book have been reading awhile ago titled,"THE MOON GODDESS MISTAKE". It was really interesting about werewolves and the love thing with a girl. I cuddled myself with the sofa pillow. I read for hours until a message popped in on my phone. Annie: I just got home.

She grabbed the door knob and turned around to face me. "Fight for your man," she said. She walked back towards me and placed a book on my lap. "This is a book I wrote when I first started with Gregory. I want you to read it." No you are wrong, Zoey. He isn't my man. He is my boss. After breakfast we started giving Papa his birthday gift. I bought a wristwatch for him. Gregory got him a car...a f**king car! I was mortified because I should have tried to buy something more significant.

Probably part of his work. "Honestly, I'm not baby. I'm not". He admits, which is one of the things she loves about him. He may be possessive but he is vocal about his feelings. "What's wrong?". Trina quietly asks, still running her fingers through his hair, paying full attention to him. His hair had always been something that Trina seemed to be fascinated about because no matter how much you run your fingers through it, it seem to always fall back into the pattern it originally was in.

“It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully” I know how possessive I sound now, but I can’t care less. My mate just informed me I’m all alone in the race to win her heart, body, and soul. I lick my lips, my vision getting filled with an intense cloud of lust that rakes my entire body. Fuck! ‘I guess…’ Oh, baby sugar. You’re mine to own, dominate, and feast on to my utmost pleasure. The innate desire for this daring woman has a thrilling shiver race down to my groin and I press my thighs together, loving every feel of it.

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

A feeling I have rarely experienced before. Possessiveness. A sense of fierce possessiveness gripped my chest as my eyes feasted on her moonlit figure. She had all the feminine features that could bring any man to his knees or to her feet. Along with the strange urge to protect her, I also felt helpless. I desperately wanted to save her, but what could I do to get her out of here? The answer was simple. Nothing. If I help her now then I would be risking both of our lives and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want her to get caught in the middle of a crossfire because I found her attractive. Hell, I find her more than attractive. She is…..indescribable.

I said what was on my mind and took out the novel I took from Becca’s place the other day I went there. “What is the title?” he asked me and I showed him the back and he smiled. “What? Why are you smiling?” “It says ‘Rebecca’s property’ in bold red letters” “Yeah, she told me she needed to devise new ways to let me know her novels remain her novels no matter how many I borrow and didn’t return, what is hers will remain hers” I explained to him. “Okay, I am not too clear with that but have you tried to claim her books before?” I nodded ‘yes’.

She let out a breath, shaking her head as she left the chair before pointing at me. “Let me break it down for you to understand. The bookshop you lockpicked— don't even fucking argue against that. I know for a FACT thai I locked it— and intruded on is MINE and it's on the other side of this room which I ALSO own because I own the entire BUILDING.” She huffed indignantly.