Possessive Love Novels & Stories

Esther shook in fear, “Don't worry as long as someone loves you, they won't think of hurting you trust me” “Really?” “Of course” “Are you possessive?” “Me?” He asked pointing at himself “Hmmm” I nodded “Nhhhh, I've never been in love, I use to be a playboy and I've never loved any of them, so I don't know what being possessive is, maybe when I'm in love I can get to experience that feeling”

she rolled her eyes and then spoke with full confidence. “Hmm! So how will you treat him?” my hand cupped my chin. “I don’t know. I mean..if you really love someone, you don’t feel like you are being forced. You do whatever he says. And.. I really want to feel that way. The possessive kind, the burning love.” she giggled at the end of the sentence. The definition of love she gave, made me envious of that special person she will fall in love with in future.

It had become a part of the very fabric of the universe, a force that would continue to guide and inspire all those who encountered it. And so we drifted on, our love shining bright and true, like a star in the night sky. And we knew that wherever we went, our love would continue to light the way, guiding and inspiring all those who followed in our footsteps. For our love had become more than just a feeling. It had become a legacy, a testament to the power of unity, acceptance, and hope. And we were proud to have been a part of it.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body, as if making sure she was still his.

For the first time in a long while, someone touched me without cruelty. And I let myself feel. QUESTION OF THE DAY Alice has discovered that her husband has another woman—will she finally walk away? Her visit to Christopher’s house crossed a dangerous line. Will this trespass destroy everything? READ: POSSESSION OR LOVE?

Wesley's question left Avery silent for a moment. "Have you ever loved somebody, Wesley?" Avery asked quietly. "If you have, then you probably won't have such a tough time understanding how I'm feeling." Wesley shook his head. "You become possessive when you love someone. I want everything he owns, and I want to be the only one he sees. Most importantly, I want the relationship to have no reservations," Avery said. Then she smiled and continued, "You've seen it yourself. He has Shea, and he's willing to sell himself out for her treatment."

We should clearly know the difference between possessive and obsessive for this. Possessiveness is a good thing in a relationship up to a certain extent, when it goes beyond that it's just obsession. Possessiveness is showing your partner that she's yours and even jealousy is fine, it's normal. But understanding that you can't force her to do things because of that jealousy unless she wants to.. Obsession is wanting your partner to spend almost all their free time with you and getting jealous or angry if they hang out with their friends and leave you out.

"Even after the way you just handled me?" "You liked it. I was merely giving you what you liked. Besides, I didn't like all those prying eyes on your sexy little ass while we were downstairs." I giggled. "We aren't even together, but you're already possessive. We just confessed our feelings to each other." "You'd think that, but I've been possessive since I realized I was in love with you. That might be one of the reasons why guys at work aren't approaching you." "And here I thought something was wrong with me."

"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."

I had come here to secure my brother's release, yet here I was, swept up in the intoxicating sensations of his touch and taste. Nonchalantly, he returned to his seat, as if nothing had happened, his gaze fixed on me with an inscrutable expression. "The choice is not yours to make. You became mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. I will have you, whether you sign this contract or not," he declared with a possessive air. I gazed at him, my mind swirling with confusion and a growing realization of the darkness lurking within him. What sort of monster had I become entangled with?