Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

He whispered. Then, I remembered the reason I needed to talk to him. I sat up and looked into his eyes. "I need your help...please..." I whispered, barely audible. His expression changed. From gentle loving husband to fierce alpha. The difference between the two was subtle at first, but they both radiated strength, dominance, and protectiveness toward me. "Anything for you." I smiled at him but it soon fell when I remembered what I needed his help with. My hand quickly went to the necklace that hung around my neck. Slowly it unraveled until it revealed the pendant underneath.

“I don’t want you calling her and I don’t want you around her.” Gael blinked. “She…she’s my wife…” “Call her your wife one more time and I’ll break your neck.” Gael moved back a bit, not wanting things to escalate to the point of his neck getting broken. Why was Lorenzo so possessive of Alora? Alora doesn’t belong to him!

I defended my stance, still caught up in the physical aspect of my relationship with Jane, trying to rationalize our connection. "She's yours for a few hours. She's her husband's for life, he sleeps with her every night, he knows her, he knows her habits, her tastes, her insecurities. He has her," Daon asserted, his tone tinged with bitterness. "Not for long. I want her for myself," I retorted stubbornly, my desire for exclusivity clouding my judgment. "And what does she say about that? Is she going to leave her husband?" Simon pressed, skeptical of the longevity of my relationship with Jane.

“Well, that's true. It’s because I felt responsible towards him. We are his family and families protect each other. Hawk is also likable. If you get to know him, you will understand what I am saying.” He scoffed on the other side of the line. Feeling the hotness of the phone from using it for a long, I transfer it to the other side of my ears. “Family? Family for real? Now, you want him to be your husband. I won’t allow it, Pumpkin. You’re mine only,” he declared, full of possessiveness. “I said I will not stop unless you two get married.” Now, it was my turn to laugh.

“We’re at a party... and my husband...” “Husband?” he echoed, his eyes dancing with dark amusement. “Last I checked, you said it was an open relationship. Or did you just lie so I’d fuck you?” He smirked, leaning in closer. She barely heard his words; she was too busy inhaling the scent of expensive bourbon and musk on his skin. It was intoxicating. Her body was a traitor, leaning into him, begging for the very thing she knew she shouldn't have. “We are...” she started to protest, but he didn't let her finish.

I mocked her, "Like mother, like daughter. Your husband died, and you immediately went after someone else's man. You got chased and cursed like a rat in the sewer, and now you've passed every dirty trick you had down to your daughter. Impressive. Truly a family legacy." "How dare you?!" I waved my hand, and my subordinates dragged their suitcases right inside. Tina panicked. "What are you doing?! This is my daughter's house!" "Your daughter's house? She's using our marital assets. I own half of everything. "You love inserting yourselves into other people's families so much? In that case, starting today, you can all live together." As several young women took over the rooms, Tina screamed. "I

She looked too good to be true, face bare without makeup, but still she looked like a freaking model. “If her grandfather hadn’t begged me to marry her, I wouldn’t even be bothered by such a boring human,” his voice echoed in my ear. He was wrong, he had no idea of the damn treasure that he was neglecting. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled, there was a sick part of me that wanted to keep the call going, while I bent her over the desk and had my way with her. I wanted him to listen, hear her scream as I made her feel something I was sure that he couldn’t. But I was too possessive to do that, too damn possessive to let him hear her moans, even if he is her husband.

"She isn't the waitress you can buy or break. If you move without a plan, you will lose him before you even hold him." ​My son was in the hands of a woman who had every reason to hate me. ​"I need time," I rasped, though I knew time was the one thing I had already wasted too much of. "I need... I need to see him." "Timothy, listen to me carefully," Lola Hilda’s voice dropped to a low, commanding tone that finally pierced through my fog of shock. "You are thinking like a businessman. You are thinking of 'claiming' and 'possessing.' But you aren't dealing with a company you can hostilely takeover."

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

I scolded. "Why don't we all just hang out today?" He wiggled his brows. "I'm married Bruce, so no, we can't hang out together my husband can be very jealous and he is only letting me hang out with you because you are into men" I retorted. "That's the reason why he is the standard, men in love her jealous of any man coming close to their wife. Possessive men are even much better, they don't like sharing and will never have eyes for other women" He said and I frowned.