Possessive Manga Novels & Stories

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.

(Blue Haired Artist) “It can be…I will make sure that your manga will get the premium treatment…a whole team dedicated to support you and produce your manga on…on top of that, I will also handle the promotions…essentially…Neko Games Studious will be incharge of producing you manga from step one to finish….here’s to put it simple…you want house?..done…you want a million dollar?…done…you want sports cars?…done…anything that is withing my capacity to give…I will give it to you….but at the same time….you must produce a products that I deemed worthy…as simple as that…”.

The more tipped she gets the more loose her hips and I really think I’ve come up with a dozen new ways to break every bone in someone’s body. “Damn, that shite’s annoying.” Sokin growls, rubbing his ear, retreating to the opposing corner the Akuma are playing in. He brought his own bottle of spirits, and obviously listens but doesn’t fall into the debate of M.V.s that don’t exist in our world. I know I’m just being a rod because shite in Manga is no more real than ‘cars’ or motor vehicles any more than guns or football. At least there’s an actual story with interesting and well-thought-out plot twists. The shite that they go on about is brainless.

The more I listen to the story the more curious I got and there seem to be more mysteries left unsolved. My favorite kind of manga is happening right before me(mystery type lover). This world is really calling out to me. I want to solve all these questions in my head. It's making me really excited. Ban: Where is this mansion located?

I wrap my hand around Gianni's arms and turn towards him with a small smile, "You know how much I love paintings. So Mr. Russo was just showing me his collection." A beat passes by and I see a vein ticking in Gianni's forehead and I realize that my neck is in deep problems.

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She dragged the frame closer to herself to better inspect it, visibly surprised by the thickness of the frame; she had also been fooled by the appearance of the portrait. She looked up from where she had removed the portrait, only to see a hole large enough to accommodate both the portrait and the thickness of the picture. She looked back at the frame in her hands and started to inspect it from all sides before noticing an almost transparent thread. She pulled it like a drawer to reveal her carefully placed weapon. She smiled happily. She felt like she could now accomplish her mission without any threats; she was really happy to have Victoria as a friend.

I gripped her chin firmly, "—you'll learn to own who you are. To be the queen they fear." I stood up and circled her like a predator. "Look at me," I commanded. She obeyed. "I'm going to possess every inch of you,"I said darkly. "Not just your body, but your mind. Your heart. Your soul." Her eyes widened, part horror, part longing. "You'll hate me for it," I warned. "But you'll never be free without me." She shook her head. "No one owns me, Zayan." I smiled—a slow, dangerous curve of my lips. "That's where you're wrong, no one owns you behind our walls in front of the world but in our room in our place i owns you.."

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.

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.