Possessive Love Novels & Stories

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

"Our pack members are uncomfortable." "Nonsense we are werewolf, they understand." He said while making his hands travel from my legs to my core. I hit his hand but he just growled at me. "Don't do that. My wolf is itching to touch you more and more. We are becoming more and more possessive and aggressive at the same time." "But I'm yours and I'm not going away." "You can say that but we feel different. Stallion feels different. We lost our mate once; we don't want to happen that again."

he said firmly, possessiveness in his voice. His love might be a little dangerous, but I like the idea of him being obsessed with me. It feels so good to be claimed—about him wanting only me and keeping me to himself. Because I want him for myself too. Only mine.

To anchor herself. "I'll destroy everything for you," I whispered darkly, my forehead pressed to hers. "Every man who's ever looked at you, spoken to you, breathed near you—I'll burn them to ash." I pressed a kiss to her cheek. Her jaw. Her neck. Each one a vow. A brand. "I'll fucking tattoo my name on every part of you, just so you remember who you belong to." I moved to my name and kissed there softly. My lips found hers again—this time slower, messier, possessive in a way that was more claiming than kissing. My tongue dominated hers, devouring every inch of her mouth like I could breathe her in and survive off it.

He fell silent. "Loving someone means wanting her to be free. It means watching her soar higher. It means that even if she stops loving you, you respect her choice. It doesn't mean locking her in a cage, clipping her wings, and then saying, 'See? No one but me will ever want you.' "That's not love. That's possession. And you've never loved me. You just needed someone there to prove you could be loved and needed. That someone could've been me, or Keira, or any other woman willing to pull off this performance with you," I said.

Possessiveness in her tone, makes my heart swell with love, "You belong to me, only me... never forget this." I smirk, feeling like the one lucky bastard because not everyone can find a person who reciprocates the same feelings which you have for them. Her possessiveness, her love, and the way she looks at me, screams to me, that I am not the only one who is madly in love with her. We both can to go any depths for each other. Bringing her face near to mine, I kiss her showing her to whom she belongs. She responds to the kiss with same intensity, making me smile because this is what I love about her the most that she never hesitates to express her love.

"Love is not about possessing; it is about making the other person happy, maintaining that happiness." She pats the little girl’s head and the little girl beams. Then the woman looks at me and I swears she can see right through my soul. When she speaks next, it is as if she is speaking into my mind. "Love is patient, love is kind. Love is giving your all and never asking anything back in return.” I feel like a child again, listening to her words. And as she speaks, I begin to grasp the essence of love—a force that transcends possession and selfish desires.

I have always kept my love for you buried deep in my heart. Honestly, I do not regret doing what I did. If I had succeeded, maybe I would have had you. I cannot bear to miss out on you again. You must think I'm despicable, right? Maybe I am. Many people do not understand what true love is. I believe that a love can only be called true love when it makes one unable to control themself. True love is never rational. If a person can always remain clear-headed and restrained with you, that is not love. Love is irrational; it is, in its root, about possessiveness.

"Don't you still understand? You just treat me as a prize to be won in battles. In other words, you still treat me like a pet. All this time, this pet remains extremely loyal and dedicated to you, but now, it's starting to slip from its reins. "You can't handle the idea of it going berserk. You want to tie it by your side once again and make it obedient toward you. That's all you want. But the thing is, that's just your possessiveness rearing its fangs, not love! Never love!"

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.