Possessive Fanfic Novelas e Histórias

Meeting her that starry night at my club, sporting a red dress with curiosity dripping from her gaze, I couldn't help but be drawn to her like an infirmed moth. And when I had her up in my VIP room with her every flaming inch pressed against me—I knew, I was done for. The seed of my obsession was planted deep within my insides that day and by now it has sprouted in all its glory with roots buried so deep that even if I rip my chest apart and try to cut it off—I'll face utter failure. My phone vibrates in the pocket of my pants, pulling it out I see Zoe's name flashing on the screen.

He slipped his fingers into my hair and cradle my face. "Is that all? Don't worry about it. I have it all under control," he assured me. I nodded, believed him. His smile faltered and a hint of agony entered into his eyes. "I've been waiting for five years but I am done waiting now. I can't do it any longer. I can't wait to put my mark on your neck. I need to tell the world that you belong to me, only me, and they better keep their eyes off you," he explained in a possessive tone. My heart soared. I responded with a sensual kiss on his mouth.

Dascani Oh my, my husband is jealous I couldn’t possibly be jealous love, your jealous of what does not belong to you and you my dear are mine, I am territorial and perhaps possessive Mmm okay Mr, Possessive you have my apologies for ogling other peoples husbands, ooo that smells good Liza thank you! I take one and feed it to Freddie and he takes a bite and nods approvingly while chewing, Liza smiles and leaves, I continue reading through, it just gets more and more amusing, so she’s currently siphoning his money away to her family and he’s fighting to keep his business afloat haha.

"I'm going to make sure you pay for what you've done to me. You cannot leave me Hades. I belong to you and I need you to want me the way you want Jasmine” I take a step back, trying to process what I'm seeing. It feels like a dream to be honest. My name, carved into her skin like a twisted signature. I know it must be hurting her but she’s too intoxicated to feel anything. It's a claim of ownership, a declaration of her twisted love. But she doesn’t even love me! I feel a shiver run down my spine as I realize the depth of her obsession. "Alison, why?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you do this to yourself?" I repeat, taking a careful step closer to her.

3 - Happy Birthday Emma I don’t like possessive men. Period. Nine out of the ten times, they think I’m their objects of desire and a toy to play with when bored. Like a kitten who would hiss at anyone who tries to steal his favourite toy. But… when Cillian said it. I don’t like to share what’s mine. And you’re mine for tonight, Doll. It wasn’t possessive. It was demanding. An order. A prayer, if you will. And it was just for one night. I was his, and he was mine.

" He asked impatiently. A yes or a no. I looked at him, already staring me. Then my face changed into one of the biggest smiles as I jumped on him and threw my arms around his neck. "Of course!" I said, nodding my head like a crazy person. He just laughed at my behavior and wrapped his arms around me, tightly. "I love you too, Ace." I whispered as he pushed the ring in my finger. And I meant it. Deep from my heart. I was sure of one thing. He loved me from the start. He loved me when I didn't even know about him. I had been and will always be only his. His Possession. _______________________________________________________________________ THE END.

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.

It was obvious now, blatant and undeniable, the possessive dynamic that defined our relationship with Elowen. The casual intimacy of Alaric automatically cutting her food into smaller pieces without even a second thought. The reflexive way I tucked a stray corner of her napkin into her lap. The possessive gesture of Ranon tilting her chin up gently with his thumb to wipe away a smear of maple syrup from her soft lips. Every small touch, every shared glance, screamed possession, a silent declaration to the entire hall. Ours. Ours. Ours. And gods, how the others hated it.

I say coldly. “Adaptation requires testing,” the voice replies. My jaw tightens. “With her?” “With what she carries.” Rage spikes. Violent. Sharp. Final. “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “You’re already too late.” That’s when something inside me shifts. Not anger. Not just anger. Something deeper. Darker. More focused. Because this— this isn’t about survival anymore. It’s about ownership. Not theirs. Mine. “You don’t get to touch her,” I say quietly.

Her emotions were overwhelming, but her desire to possess and conquer Aaron was getting higher and higher. "Just watch, I'll make you kneel at my feet," Tifanny muttered softly.