Possessive Fanfic Novels & Stories

"I was always like this but I have to admit it had never gotten this intense. That's because then I didn't have anyone I wanted to own or protect." "Own?" The words tasted bitter against my tongue as I muttered them aloud. "You're doing all this because you want to own me?" It doesn't make sense and frankly, I was both hurt and offended. "No, I'm doing all this because you are mine and I protect what's mine. But I will not deny that I possess the feeling of owning you." He glanced at the invisible mark on my neck. "You have no idea how much it is killing me that the world doesn't know that."

“You’re mine now, Sunflower.” “I... Fang… I drive you crazy and…” I couldn't get my words out. I should have been outraged that he thought I was something he could own, but deep down I just felt relieved. A spark of excitement sprang to life in my gut at the possessive tone of his voice. “Why me?”

His tone is a little teasing: - It's true ? Mia gets extremely nervous. She can't hide the fact from him. She frankly says: - I want to show George that you like me. He has things that belong to me. I want them back. So Mr. Cosey, can you help me? Mia is afraid that he will refuse. She then adds: - Mr. Cosey, I almost got poured boiling water today. It's because your girlfriend sees me as a threat. Otherwise, I don't think I would have had this unexpected misfortune.

I agreed to marry her just for The Business. My friends looked Happy why my Parents were least Interested. I looked at Elena ans she is looking shocked. She is trying very hard to come in terms with what is happening soo sudden with her Life. Saying I am attracted towards her would be an Understatement. I don't love her but her beauty Excites me. I wanted her the moment I saw her. I will protect and will stay loyal to her. I will care for her. I will protect her from every evil but who will protect her from me? I am very possessive. I am dominant. I love to dominate. I don't like anyone touching my things not even my friends. She have to bare my this side.. From now onwards she is mine to to

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Voss Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’” Her words faltered as Damian suddenly thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her moan loudly. He pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself to the hilt. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with lust and something darker... possession. Jessica’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she continued riding him, her hips moving in a slow, filthy rhythm. Damian’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.

"I am yours... I have always been yours." "Always," Dante groaned, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes wide and burning with a terrifying, singular focus. "I will follow you into the ash. I will hunt you through the stars. You are the only thing I have ever truly possessed, and I will burn the world before I let it take a single breath of yours." As they reached the peak of their union, the humming stopped. The room fell into a heavy, weighted silence. Dante held her as if she were the last scrap of air in a vacuum, his possessiveness reaching a level of intensity that was both beautiful and horrific.

It had me wondering what had happened to him in the past to make him like this. I couldn’t help it if his aloof qualities made him that much more appealing to me though. I smiled at his kind words. This must mean he approves of me. Good. “I really do care for him.” I said back. “I know, I can tell. You and him have a rather strange relationship.” He said, and then he paused for a moment. Then he kept going. “I am a very possessive person. When something is mine, it is fully mine. I’m not one to share.” He said. I fully understood this. I couldn’t imagine his eyes ever actually wandering.

I did, riding the hell out of him, my vision seized by the sparks of pleasure, turning white. All I imagined was Alicia watching me as I rode Michael. Fuck, that fantasy made me hot. It made me wet all over. Michael’s mine. Not hers. He’s told me that a number of times, and even when I ground my hot cunt on his shaft, he echoed it again. He’s mine! Oh, well, I don’t know when I turned into a possessive freak, but with what I feel for Shark, I can’t let just a mere ex-girlfriend come in and destroy it as long as Michael’s willing to stand by me.

A vow more binding than any ceremony. Ronan smiled against my wet skin, a low, possessive sound rattling in his throat. "Mine alone. No one else touches this. No one else fucks this. No one else owns you but me." His hands slid up to my shoulders, pinning me down as he slammed into me, his cock pistoning in and out of my dripping hole with brutal precision. The possessiveness in his voice made my heart soar even as my body burned with pleasure. "You're mine, Zane. Say it."

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.