Possessive Love Novels & Stories

"Why? She would treat me much better than you will ever do" "I will not let you be with her or any other woman" she was very possessive, I haven't seen this side of her before. I never imagined nor considered her to be one of those women who would be possessive towards the one that they loved. Does she even love me? I was confused, I only knew that she was jealous but I wasn't even sure that her feelings for me were love. "You are very possessive, aren't you but you don't have a say in anything that I do with my life, least you already forgot, you are the one who pushed me away time and again and told me that you don't have any feelings for me at all"

I stood up and got to her room in a flash with my heart in my mouth, da*n love has made me soft. "Kill it, please. Ahh". She said as a cockroach flew across the room, to say I was angry would be an understatement and not at her but at myself. I've become just like a teenage girl I, Lawrence Basma, the most powerful business man, known as fearless, heartless and cold have become so weak and I can't say I want to go back to the past because the future I see with her makes my heart speeds up with delight. I throw these thoughts at the back of my mind, kill the roach and turn to her. Right now, I wanna kiss her, hold her, make her mine. I wanna tell her I love her but I don't feel the time is ri

“Answer me.” Her brown eyes flashed with defiance. “And if I do?” A sharp, possessive anger clawed at my insides. I reached out, my fingers brushing her chin, tilting her face up to mine. “You forget, Isabella—you’re a married woman.” She let out a dry laugh, stepping back, breaking my hold. “Oh? Now my marriage matters to you?” I didn’t like the mocking edge in her voice. “I don’t like my things being touched by others.”

“We will have to come up with a believable story to explain how we got together, and if anyone asks, you stick with our story, we’re engaged and soon to be married. You support me in public events, family gatherings, and anything relating to the company. Understood?” “Understood,” she nodded. The weight of all he said felt heavy as she thought about the responsibilities being dumped on her. She wasn’t a part of his world. Everything felt new to her. “Very good,” he said and got up with a flare of authority. “Oh, and Gabriella,” he said, looking down at her with an intimidating gaze. “I hope you understand that for the next year, you’re mine as far as our contract is concerned. So any romanti

My breathing is ragged,pissed off that he stopped. “You can’t fully claim me as yours” “You act as if that’s gonna stop me.I think you underestimate just how far I’ll go to prove that you’re mine now.” I just wanted him to continue so I gave in. “I’m…yours”. “Damn right.Mine.Now and always Tiana.” The way he says it feels less like possession and more like a vow.

"You did more than that. You stood by me through the ugliest of times and gave me a second chance at life and happiness. I will forever be grateful to the goddess for bringing you into my life. I love you so much." "I love you too, my possessive Alpha." THE END

“And you don’t get to decide who I can hug.” His fingers tightened slightly around her elbow. "You walked away from my table,” he said through clenched teeth. “And the first thing you do is throw yourself at someone else.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “I did not throw myself at anyone.” “You were smiling.” The accusation in his voice stunned her more than the anger. “I’m allowed to smile,” she said, her voice shaking now, not from fear but from frustration. “You don’t own that, either.” His breathing was heavier than usual, chest rising and falling in controlled but strained movements. For a second, something flickered in his eyes. Not just anger, but possessiveness.

“You don’t love me. You are obsessed and possessive. I am an object you want to own and do whatever you want to.” “Yes. I am possessive and I might be obsessed with you as well. Then there is the fact that you are mine! I own you. I own your mind, your body… Your pussy! I own the life now growing in your belly.” His hand leaves my jaw to gently stroke my stomach. His eyes follow the motion with an emotion I never thought this monster would be able to house. Love. He loves the child in my stomach already. His hand snakes beneath my shirt to rub along my bare skin.

I asked, and he smiled. “You are missing my point, Valeria,” he said. “What is your point?” I asked, and he smiled. “I don’t want to change you or want you to be submissive to me. Not at all. All I am saying is I want you to allow yourself to be loved, to love someone and be loved. That’s all I am saying. If you allow me to love you, you can be all these things and more. I am a possessive man. I love to make my women feel good, to make them love themselves and to make them want to be a child. My love is like that of a teenager. I am going to take you on walks, I am going to drive to the countryside, and I am going to shower you with endless flowers. I am going to make sure every hour of your

Touching his bare skin gave me immense satisfaction, a mental and physical pleasure that I tend to have every time we make love. A satisfaction that this hunk of a handsome man was mine… my husband… and, after today, my lover as well. This feeling in itself was such a life-winning feeling. This feeling of having this man as my husband. This feeling of belonging to each other. The thought of anyone else even daring to look at him in a romantic or possessive manner ignited a fierce protectiveness within me. A sense of deep possessiveness settles in my heart, making me want to scream before the world that Viaan Adams was mine… just like I was his. No one else had the right to claim even a fract