Possessive Love Novels & Stories

Ash muttered, kissing the tip of his nose, "Adom, really, I love you so much and I'm in love with your flaws. I accept all of them, even your insecurities. I love you." "Even if sometimes I could be unreasonable?" Adom asked, lifting a brow in question. "Yes." Ash nodded, fondly. "Even if I'm so possessive of you?" "Yes, You're not the only one possessive in this relationship, anyway. I'm possessive of you too." "Then can we be possessive of each other forever?" Adom asked, he was smiling from ear to ear. Ash answered him with, "We can, you whipped." God, he really loved this man so much his heart ached.

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

’ I asked, ‘ but we have our whole future’ he smiled ‘ I love you’ he said. ‘ I love you too’ I smiled as we embrace each other under million stars that were shining brighter than ever before. _______________________ THE END__________________ To all the cutie pies❤️❤️ who supported me throughout this novel, thank you a lot.😄😄 I know there were times when I wanted to drop this novel or just stop writing but your comments kept pulling me forward and that is how MY LOVABLE POSSESSIVE MATE as come to an end.

Close enough that my forehead almost touches his. “It’s not about winning,” I whisper. “…then what…” “It’s about who you fight for.” Silence. Then— “…you fight for host…” “Yes.” “…host fights for you…” “Yes.” “…mutual dependency…” “No.” “…contradiction…” “It’s called love.” The word hangs in the air. Heavy. Powerful. Dangerous. And for the first time— the system doesn’t respond immediately. “…love…” it repeats slowly.

I swallowed, “In a way.” “Why?” “We already have so much happening here,” I responded, being truthful about my reason for the first time, “I don’t want to put Lisa in danger’s way. The first rule of war is to grab the Luna. I can’t let anything happen to Lisa.” “You have got it all wrong,” he chuckled dryly, “The Luna makes the pack stronger, she brings power to the pack. Luna’s are connected to the energy of the moon, and once she and the Alpha are together, the pack only grows stronger.”

He paused for a second and then sighing heavily, like it was so hard for him to express his thoughts, said, "Dylan is an over-possessive person when it comes to his possessions." The word possessions hurt me. I was feeling a painful pressure in the area of my heart. "What does he possess?" I whispered almost inarticulately. He slowly admitted, looking around. "Yeah. He is very possessive. Upon getting married you, he will not want anybody around him, especially me, too much. That’s his nature." I took one step back, my brain in a whirl. “That’s not love, Dad. That’s like… “Lessie,” he interrupted, really quickly, holding up a hand. “Don’t overthink it. Dylan has his ways but he is a good man

"I know, you said that a lot of times already. Why so possesive?" "Nothing...I just love you. That is why."

“I was in his house, Kaiden. Not in his bed.” “Still.” “Still nothing,” I said, buckling in. “That was extremely possessive of you.” He glanced at me with no hint of shame. “I don’t know how to love if it’s not possessive.” I huffed out a laugh. “That’s not healthy, you know.” “I didn’t say it was. I just said it was mine.” “You make me sound like an object.” He grinned. “An incredibly hot, terrifying, deeply loved object.”

He wanted to move on in his life with the sole love of her life. At first, he only wanted Zahra to claim her as his. He wanted her to know that she was only his and no one else's. He had a strong urge to make Zahra only his. He was always possessive of his belongings and so was the case of Zahra. He became extremely possessive of her. And in this game of his possession, he forgot when he crossed his line and behaved like a barbarian to her and dealt with her in the same way as those people who disobeyed him. He was still possessive of her but a softer side entered his heart. He felt those emotions with Zahra that he had never felt before. His heart compelled him to trust her unlike his brain