Novel & Cerita Possessive Male Romance Novels

I hovered above her, "You will stay away from him. If you dare to look at him again, then I will pull out your eyeballs, you witch." Before I could grab her neck, I felt an arm around my waist. Someone was pulling me away from her. I screamed hysterically at her as someone dragged me away from there, and I could hear gasps and whispers from those around me. So, how is this chapter, my beautiful readers? Do you all like over-possessive Emberly, this is very different from your typical female leads, as, in almost all romance books, men are possessive over girls, but here I tried a new concept. My female lead is the possessive girl for her man in my story.

Bernard Collins: heir to a rival family, Francis' supposed friend, but the man was really his competitor. I had an idea of what Bernard had done. More than once, Bernard had tried to charm me, telling Francis he would give up some turf if I joined the Collins family. However, I knew it was not about romance. To guys like them, power was always more important than love. Bernard must have made another play for me. Francis, with his crazy need to keep me, would never let me go. I knew how this would end. "Mr. Collins has been kind to you," Nora murmured. "He even asked if you wanted help...help getting away."

Even though he was already three years old, he still drank milk, so there was a milky scent in the room. In my past life, I’d dated a handful of ordinary guys. Nothing serious, nothing particularly romantic. Certainly none of them had admirers like Miranda hanging around. This was my first time dealing with a woman who clearly wanted to stir up trouble in a relationship. From my perspective, Ajax was a romance novel's template male lead. He had money, looks, and ability. A type of man who could probably make someone fall in love if he so much as smiled in her direction. A man like him was sure to have plenty of admirers.

Marina closed her eyes. A tear slipped down her cheek. --- I stood. "Alexei." He turned. "You're wrong." "About what?" "About Marina. About love. About everything." "Am I?" "You think possession is love. Control is love. Fear is love." I walked toward him. "But it's not. Love is letting go. Love is trusting. Love is believing that someone else's happiness matters more than your own." "You sound like a greeting card." "Sound like someone who's been where Marina is."

I finish the whiskey and pour another, and I think about the future, about what it means to have found my mate, for I know now, with a certainty that transcends logic, that she is the one, the one the Moon Goddess has chosen for me, the one who will stand at my side and bear my pups and rule this pack with a ferocity that matches my own, and I know that she will resist this, that she will fight it with every fiber of her being, that she will hate me for what I have done to her, what I will continue to do to her, but I also know that her body will betray her, that her heart will follow where her body leads, and that in time, she will come to accept her fate, to embrace it, to love me in the w

Looking closely, some were wearing gloves but on the fingers were claw-like nails. "I won't be staying here. You will get me back home. I don't care if you are my boss or not. You can't just order me around. I refuse to be a pushover." I yelled, frustration growing on me. He pulled me by the waist onto himself. My front collided with his hard chest. I gasped at the sudden movement but the gasp died in my throat as he clashed his lips on mine. The kiss was rough, fast but passionate. I was stunned by the emotion that leaked from me into the kiss. Even after all these years, I still have fierce feelings for him. I am shocked by the feelings I still have for this man.

“I want you to tell me what’s really going on instead of treating me like fragile glass you can just lock away.” A heavy silence fell. Then Damien closed the distance, heat radiating off his body as his shadow swallowed hers. “You want the truth?” His voice dropped low, rough. “There are people out there who don’t just want to scare you. They want leverage. Revenge. And the only thing stopping them from tearing you apart—piece by piece—is me.” Her chest rose and fell fast, pulse pounding in her ears. His words held danger, but something else too. Possession. “And us?” she whispered. “Is this still just an act? Or is there some other reason you’re holding on so tight?”

The kind who’d keep you locked up somewhere fancy and call it caring, who’d scare off anyone who came too close, but never bother to ask if you wanted him to in the first place. Calla wanted to roll her eyes and laugh. "Protective? I don't think so. The man wants to own you, not protect. He's too commanding," she said, then paused when she saw Nonna Luisa had a straight face. "Sorry to say," she quickly added. "He-a Romano. Commanding comes with– with the blood," she replied with a bittersweet smile. Calla saw something in the elderly woman's eyes. It was quick, almost gone before she could name it, like she was remembering something heavy.

Relieved that one had seen me, I took a bath and tried to recover from the whole thing. My legs are still shaking from everything that happened last night, and I love it. Dante did not keep his hands off me, not for a moment, not even in the dark. He was all over me like ants on sweets. I have had boyfriends, but none of them have been able to arouse me like Dante, and I have never felt such obsessive energy from anyone. I know, it's supposed to be a red flag, a red ocean in fact, but I can't help but love it and crave for every second of it.

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