Possessive Love Novels & Stories

On other days, he was either telling me how he was doing me and my family a huge favor, and as such, I do not have a right to have a say in his house, or stalking me around town like some creep, ready to throw punches at any guy who as much as glances at me. In movies and romance novels, this behavior of his would be portrayed as adorable. Well, maybe it is until you find out that the reason he is always that way with me isn’t because he loves me too much to share but because he thinks of me as a possession to be kept away from others. The former could make one feel wanted. Loved. Depending on the love language of the recipient of the act, the latter, on the other hand, just causes you to be

"I wanted to meet the woman who has my son wrapped around her finger." "We're equals, Mrs. Whitmore. No one is wrapped around anyone." "Equals?" She laughs. Cold. "You work at a marketing firm. You live in an apartment with three men. You have no money. No family name. No connections." "I have your son's love." "Love." She says the word like it tastes bad. "Love doesn't protect you. Love doesn't build empires. Love doesn't keep you warm when everything falls apart." "Love is the only thing that does."

She knew how it felt to be loved by him. Not loved at. Not loved in the consuming possessive way of something that wanted to keep her. Loved by — the specific active generosity of it, the way his love had always made her larger rather than smaller, had always moved toward her freedom rather than her containment, had always had her actual self as its object rather than his idea of her. She knew all of it. She held it. Not as loss. Not as something to grieve. As something she owned. As the truest thing she had ever been given and the truest thing she had ever given back.

"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.

Dianna explained and was sorry. She gave him a sweet, comforting smile while her hands rested on his lap. Until Klaud stopped the car, cupped her soft, flawless cheeks. "Why did you stop? I thought we are in a hurry?" She looked at him confusingly, but he remained silent. There was something in his eyes that made her knees weak and tremble. "I can't help but look at you every second! I... I want to hold you! I... want to feel you, Dianna, and I don't know what is happening to me! I... I became possessive of you...,"

So, she slid silently into the car, stunned and silent, clutching the memory like a secret. She opened her book without reading the words. Her thoughts were still lingering in the mirror—lingering in the way she’d seen him. Not the hatred. Not the guilt. But the way his love had bloomed in spite of it. Not some grand epiphany, not all at once. Just… slow. Quiet. Reluctant, but steady. And it was real. "Your father used to be a beta before he married your mother, right?" Kalmin asked suddenly.

Adam burst in,Xavier eyes widen. "You came too" He rush towards his other grandfather. "I wouldn't miss it for the world,now let's go and eat,you must be starving" "Very"Xavier hand in hand with his two grandfather stride to the table, the kids jubilated in their own ways and bury their faces in the cakes blissfully. Boundless love is that kind of love where breaking down walls, overcoming difficulties and moving forward as a team becomes possible, it's a healthy and intelligent love, one that allows all parties involves to grow individually and see beyond the distance... it's not a physical light.

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

Everyone deserves to be loved by someone, but could she truly be that person for him? She just didn’t know. She felt her heart soften a little more towards him because of his past. Maybe if he’d had someone to show him what love truly was, he would not have turned out the way he did. He said he was possessive, but he had never really had anything besides his brother that mattered to him before. It seemed to her that he wasn’t possessive, but just trying to keep what he felt belonged to him from being taken away. He didn’t want to lose the one thing that he had always wanted but never had, someone to love and care for him.

“See? That’s love too. Real love wants to hold on to something. I think love should come with possession. You can’t fully love something if you don’t have it.” “But Han—”