Possessive Love Novels & Stories

It had me wondering what had happened to him in the past to make him like this. I couldn’t help it if his aloof qualities made him that much more appealing to me though. I smiled at his kind words. This must mean he approves of me. Good. “I really do care for him.” I said back. “I know, I can tell. You and him have a rather strange relationship.” He said, and then he paused for a moment. Then he kept going. “I am a very possessive person. When something is mine, it is fully mine. I’m not one to share.” He said. I fully understood this. I couldn’t imagine his eyes ever actually wandering.

See who’s right—you or me…,’ I whispered, inching my mouth closer. ‘That’s fucking rude, cub….’ He sighed and took my lips, his arms snaked around my waist pulling me close to slip his tongue in and explore deeper. My arms went around his neck to pull him closer and stroked more of him, sucking the sweet tip, luring a grunt of pleasure. I wanted to be absorbed into him and become part of him… inseparable… for as long as he lives—no, far longer than that. Is this weird? What does this mean? When you love someone, do you become this possessive?

"Is there really? Because everyone I've ever known who claimed to love someone left them. My mother loved me and she left. My father loved my mother and he cheated on her. Richard loves Rosaline and he's fucking his ex wife behind her back. Every single person in my life who has ever said the word love has used it as an excuse to hurt someone." I walked back to the computer and sat down. The screen glowed in front of me, the email still open, the evidence still attached. "So maybe this is what love looks like for someone like me. Possession. Obsession. The inability to let go even when letting go would be the kinder thing to do. Maybe I don't know how to love someone without wanting to own e

Jake, standing beside him, echoed the sentiment, his own eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "We’re ours, Lila. All of us. Forever. You are the center of our world, the very air we breathe. To think we would willingly leave you is an absurdity." The possessive “ours” hung in the air, a declaration of their unified intent. It wasn’t just a word; it was a brand, a mark of ownership that resonated deep within Lila’s soul. It was a promise of safety, of unwavering devotion, a fortress against the anxieties that gnawed at her. They were hers, and she was theirs, a trinity forged in desire and unbreakable loyalty.

Markson, instead of it being the other way around. "Love has a way of making people act foolishly. I can't believe I'm stooping so low because of love," Daniel reflected, releasing a heavy sigh as he got into his car.

I laughed softly. "You're always corny; is there anything new?" She teased me and softly chuckled. "Since the day that I saw you, my world has changed; you seem to be a potion, which at first glance will make me speechless. Your simple smile instantly melts my bad mood, which is so unfair that even your voice can soften my heart. I will compare my love to yours like a globe. It cannot be measured by how wide it is. I promise you that even if one day we have many grandchildren, and even if our hair turns gray, Its beat will never change. You will be the one to recognize it. Even if I lose my sight, I will still be able to recognize you. Because it can only read one name. I love you, Mrs. Mary

Do you really think that's possible? "You don't even understand what love is. What you call love is just possession. It's selfishness. It's you feeding your own twisted needs." He froze as if I'd slapped him across the face. He showed a defeated expression, and for once, he had nothing to say.

Instead, his fingers relaxed just slightly, enough for her to speak — but not enough to let her move. Allison took a shallow, trembling breath. Her throat ached from the pressure of his hand, but her pride still clawed for a way out. "Love is... possession," she replied shakily but steady enough to speak. "Love is doing whatever it takes to hold on to someone. Love is fighting for the person you cherish... no matter what you have to do." For a moment, Christian stood there, his expression unchanged, his cold gaze fixed on her face. Then, slowly, he released his grip.

What is wrong with me? I watched him leaned in to kiss me. A i love you kiss that later transitioned to a possessive and hungry kiss. The kiss broke briefly and i knew my lips were swollen, instead of feeling the pain, i wanted him to kiss me more and make my lips bleed. He gave me what I've been craving all week. A mind-blowing Damon ice sex. I am going to give this a shot. Damon genuinely loves me, unlike Nathan. This man here is my world, and i can't bear to be separated from him, even though it's dangerous for both of us. For once in my life, I'm going to be selfish and put my happiness first before his safety. I am going to marry the one true love of my life.

For all intents and purposes, she was on a journey to make sure that he was all but dead to her. People usually mistook her for a soft and harmless girl... Yes, she was soft and harmless in most aspects, but when it came to love, she was nothing short of fierce and fiery. She would neither take quarter nor give it. In love, she was selfish and possessive. Be it her son or the man she loved, she strongly believed that she and she alone had the right to love them and to be loved by them 100%. Nobody else was permitted to love them have as much as she did, not to mention loving them more than she did which she considered worse than a felony!