Possessive Manga の小説・ストーリー

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.

This story solely belongs to me All the characters,places and constituents are truly based on my imagination. Any resemblance to respective elements is just a mere coincidence. For character sketches and aesthetics, Follow me on I*******m as agni_aastha Them song-song-No time to die by Billie elish should've known I'd leave alone Just goes to show That the blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe We were a pair But I saw you there Too much to bear You were my life

Her right hand was lying on the table, and her left hand was lazily resting on her thigh. Aurora narrowed her eyes. She didn’t understand why all those gestures were necessary just to give a dress and accessories. She was so absorbed in trying to understand the reasons behind these actions until she came to the conclusion that maybe the person wanted to show their level of superiority compared to her. While thinking about it, she concluded that this was the only reason. Feeling quite satisfied with this conclusion, she looked at Nana, who was calm, different from her usual horrible behavior.

there was a mad possession in his voice. "Now I will tell you whom the actual fuck you belongs to, Biwi!"he said still with closed eyes. His voice was dripping venom right now He quickly removed his finger and smashed his lips into hers. He sucked on her lips as if he had been craving them for ages. His kiss was possessive and aggressive, with a lot of unspoken words. His eyes were still closed claiming her as his. He pinched her waist, making her gasp, and taking the opportunity, he entered his tongue into her mouth, exploring every corner.

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.

Samantha finds herself in a dark corner of a room, her feet and hands bound with a rope. The tears have dried on her face as if she had exhausted all her tears to shed. That monstrous man paid her off to the syndicate. Several women were in that same room, all subject to the same grim fate. They engaged in a conversation Samantha could not understand, but she preferred to remain alone in the corner, waiting for her destiny to unfold.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body, as if making sure she was still his.