Possessive Bully Romance Novels Novels & Stories

It was moments like this that confused me the most — when the lines between annoyance and something else blurred. We stood like that for a moment, the tension thick and electric. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to scream at him to leave me alone or admit the small part of me that missed this chaotic energy he brought. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, half in frustration, half in something I didn’t want to admit. “And you’re worth it,” he said softly, eyes locking with mine. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe there was more behind the bullying and possessiveness — that maybe, just maybe, he cared in a way I never understood.

"That's the story you're going with?" "You were drunk. You climbed through my window. I let you sleep it off. That's it." "You kissed me back." "That doesn't matter right now." "It matters to me." "Maybe it shouldn't." His voice sharpened. "You don't get to show up drunk, kiss me, pretend the next morning you don't remember, and then act possessive when I'm up here with someone who's actually been straight with me." "I wasn't pretending." "Could've fooled me."

I hovered above her, "You will stay away from him. If you dare to look at him again, then I will pull out your eyeballs, you witch." Before I could grab her neck, I felt an arm around my waist. Someone was pulling me away from her. I screamed hysterically at her as someone dragged me away from there, and I could hear gasps and whispers from those around me. So, how is this chapter, my beautiful readers? Do you all like over-possessive Emberly, this is very different from your typical female leads, as, in almost all romance books, men are possessive over girls, but here I tried a new concept. My female lead is the possessive girl for her man in my story.

Ace wasn't the type to get worked up over a girl but ever since he saw Catherine again after four years, he couldn't control his anger and emotions towards her. She was and still the only girl to ever turn him into an obsessed bully. When he saw her walking inside the girls locker room some hours ago, he could see that her face looked different so he went after her. When he found out that Kisa did that to her he was even more furious. No one gets to maltreat her,no one gets to slap her in the face, no one gets to tell her what to do or what not to do except him! Yes, that's right. Because he owns her. She belongs to him.

I simply stated. “And what if I know almost everything about you that I will surprise you too ?” he challenged and I immediately took the bait. “Surprise me then,” I quipped overconfident that he couldn’t know anything. “Skipping the ordinary details of your favourite colour being red although you prefer to hide yourself behind black clothes, you love hotdogs and nothing else fancy; you are a bike freak and love to read hopelessly romantic and sappy novels secretly although you pretend to be stone hearted and indulge in useless one night stands. You bully the weak but donate your everything to the nearby Cancer hospital for kids, you have had your share of flings with your friends but still

We were predator and prey, locked in a dance that was as old as the moon itself Our bodies moved in a sensual ballet, each touch and caress speaking of the passion that simmered just beneath the surface. Alex's hands slid over my curves, his fingers tracing the lines of my body with a possessive hunger that made me ache for more. I could feel the werewolf in him, the beast that longed to claim me fully, to make me his in every sense of the word.

I was learning the lines he wouldn’t cross, the moments when his possessiveness turned from thrilling to suffocating. Our nights were a constant push and pull—wild, raw, and relentless. Caelum’s hands were everywhere: on my throat, my hips, my breasts. His voice was a harsh whisper in the dark, commanding and full of dark promises. “Don’t move,” he’d say. “Not yet.” And I obeyed, my body and mind trembling on the edge of submission, craving his control. Sometimes I’d catch him watching me with that unreadable look, as if I was a puzzle he couldn’t solve but couldn’t stop trying to figure out.

They looked like what they were part of the in-crowd, and once again, I felt like that poor insignificant little girl looking on from the outside while everyone else lived extravagant lives. I’d tried so hard, fought so long for the life I’d had with Ryder. I’d given up myself, lost my own sense of identity, and done everything I was meant to to have the life I dreamt of. Why does she get to have everything? Why couldn’t I have this one thing when she got to have everything else? She was loved and adored by everyone, and now she was trying to steal my life, my whole world. I won’t let her. No matter what anyone else says, Ryder is mine, and I won’t let her or anyone else have him.

He said, breathing heavily, and waited for her answer. She nodded, closed her eyes, and the next thing that happened in history. – Please support my new novel. It's a Fantasy Romance– Female Lead with a different, intriguing twist. I hope you'll like it, and reviews are highly appreciated. Thank you and keep safe always butterflies! Love y'all.

"She's always been mine. Six years I waited. Six years I loved her. You don't get to take her from me." Marcus laughs. Bitter. Angry. "Six years you were gone. I was there. I held her. I loved her when you couldn't. She's mine." "Both of you are wrong." Julian, his tone is low and commanding. Empty. "She came to me. She chose me. She's mine." "No!" Haruto steps forward. "Mine." "Mine." Marcus raises his gun. "Mine." Julian's finger tightens on the trigger. I try to scream. Nothing comes out.