Possessive Love Novels & Stories

Do you believe the world I move in, the life I lead, operates on love? Each word is a nail driven into my chest. I feel a burning behind my eyes, a sharp pain spreading. I want to look away, but I'm paralyzed. — What I feel for you has nothing to do with that insignificant word. You are mine. My wife. My business. The only person I will never let go. The only one I would kill to keep. The only one for whom I would burn everything down. Love? He sneers again, contemptuous. No. What we have is stronger, more real. It's possession. Madness. It's blood and fire. It's a pact written in flesh, not in fleeting emotions.

"Exactly. Show her through actions that you'd not hurt her anymore. Women love being pampered and treated like babies. Do that. Know when it's that time of the month and help her through the pain. Shower her with love like she's your girlfriend or wife. Help her chase her dreams and achieve her goals. Trust me, she'd fall for you all over again. And once you've had her where you want her, you take her because she was yours to begin with." "Dad, you're talking like she's a possession," Axel replied, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. "I'm not trying to win her back just to possess her. I really love her." Kevin smiled and shook his head. "I know, son. But love is a type of possession. I've lea

I was stunned after listening to him. “Scott you misunderstood it, he doesn't love me. He is just possessive about me, nothing else,” I said while smiling in nervousness and disbelief. He smiled at me and said, “Possessiveness comes from the person who is madly in love with you.” He doesn't love me. Scott is misunderstanding everything.

"I will miss you." "I will miss that sweet pussy of yours." he whispers tracing the lining of my panties "Adrian," I hit his chest, and he shrugs "What can I say?" "Your pussy loves me." his tongue licks my neck before he nips "I love my marks on you." My eyes narrow "Do you know that you are a possessive bastard." "Still, you can't deny that you love me, darling," he says cockily with a smirk. "Darling, don't you know I love you because of your money/" My fingers feel his abs as my hands roam everywhere on his muscular chest.

Theodore said he loved her and she believed him, but she was even more convinced that his love for her was weaker than his love for himself. True love would drive one to let go and not insist on giving the other party something she doesn’t want. True love wasn’t forcing things upon the other party, and feeling all noble about it while blaming the other party for her lack of response. That wasn’t love. That was possessiveness! Theodore was at a loss as to what to do. He wanted to approach her and give her a hug, but he knew it would only hurt her even more, so he didn’t dare to do it. He could only take a few steps back and open the door of the ward.

My Possession. And now I know about my feelings for you. Story of New York billionaire MONSTER Vs Indian Beauty. A Story of Monster's Madness, possessiveness and obsession.... "I want to break you into tiny pieces at the same time I also want to mend you", DAVISH GREY His love was Dark and Dominant but she was his SUNSHINE.. He was passionate about her but She was afraid of him and his possessiveness.. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

"You allowed me to see your greatest weakness, and you allowed us to step in and fix it. That kind of profound surrender—the kind that makes you choose your captor over the chaos—that is the most absolute, exclusive connection we have ever known." He looked directly into my soul. "We don't know how to love in the way that people in your coffee shop talk about it. Our love is the desperate need to own, to shield, to crush anything that could possibly hurt you or take you away from us. When Dmitri saw you smile at that curator, he wasn't thinking about business or art. He was experiencing the deep, animal panic that someone else might reach the light in you—the light that belongs exclusively t

Her body moved to push him away but he grabbed her waist, "It is true that I don't love you and don't want you as my mate. But this feeling of possessiveness in my chest is just not going away. If it is just lust, then there shouldn't be any possessiveness, right? I hate it when I see you getting close to anyone that is not me, and anyone's touch on you just leaves a burning fire in my chest. I don't know why I feel this way towards you, what this feeling is. And I don't fucking want to know. It is alright the way it is as long as you are close to me."

You have no idea how fucking hurtful it is to see the man you love, completely pissed at seeing the woman who broke us up, with another man. “Define volatile” Molly demands. “He looked possessed. Like he was about to blow. The only reason he would behave like that, is if he was possessive of her. To be possessive in that manner, means you have deep feelings. Feelings that go beyond just caring about someone simply because she’s the mother of your kid” i tell her I don’t want to think of that possibility, but I also can’t help myself. Could it be really possible that he was in love with her and didn’t even know it?

“After my mother died, that house became suffocating and he became overbearing. I was dying there. I wanted to live, and that’s what I’ve done for the last three years.” His hand moved up my chest to my neck, his fingers gripping before pulling me forward. “I am even more suffocating. I will consume every bit of you.” His jaw tightened and his lip curled up into a snarl. “Your body and soul are mine. All of you is mine, and I’m not giving you up.” “Who said you had to?” I asked as I bowed into him. “You might not like how possessive my love is.” My heart skipped and I drew in a ragged breath. “Do you love me?”