Possessive Meaning In Relationship Novels & Stories

I was stunned after listening to him. “Scott you misunderstood it, he doesn't love me. He is just possessive about me, nothing else,” I said while smiling in nervousness and disbelief. He smiled at me and said, “Possessiveness comes from the person who is madly in love with you.” He doesn't love me. Scott is misunderstanding everything.

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

I smiled and nodded, feeling a spark of excitement in my chest. Spending time with them was always a thrill, even if it was just watching movies and hanging out. "Sure, that sounds great," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. Deep down, I knew that I was falling for both of them hard. But I didn't want to admit it, not even to myself. The thought of being in a relationship with two powerful and possessive werewolf Alphas was intimidating, to say the least. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the way my heart raced whenever they were around.

Chapter One Hundred Sixteen Assistant Kim's question made Bella's mind freeze instantly. She looked up and asked, "What do you mean?" "Possessiveness is something inherent in every person and every living creature. Even the smallest things, like keeping one's belongings, stem from possessiveness. The concept itself is simple, but when it reaches an extreme, higher and higher, there’s no way to escape or control it. The man you are trying to avoid and run away from, I’m afraid..."

Take this call for example, not for once did he talk about us or my studies but he was going on and on about how he hated Luca and wanted to kill him. Yes, I knew he had every right you hate the man for taking away his girl, but still it made no sense to me why he'd decide to keep basing every single conversation with said girl about the man who ruined her life. Even though I was sure that Kevin was no way like that— I mean I was certain I knew him very well—it was giving off the idea that he was just possessive, and feeling mad that another man was taking over his territory, which wasn't cute to me in anyway. Since I'd become a teenager who could understand boys and sexy and relationships,

“Because I knew it was you I wanted—the moment I had you. And I didn’t want to wait months to have you all to myself. I couldn’t stand knowing another male had touched you where only I’m allowed.” “That’s possessive male talk, you know?” He smiles, scooping me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. “When we find our mate, yes—we’re possessive. Only with her. Only with the female who’s ours.”

Wesley's question left Avery silent for a moment. "Have you ever loved somebody, Wesley?" Avery asked quietly. "If you have, then you probably won't have such a tough time understanding how I'm feeling." Wesley shook his head. "You become possessive when you love someone. I want everything he owns, and I want to be the only one he sees. Most importantly, I want the relationship to have no reservations," Avery said. Then she smiled and continued, "You've seen it yourself. He has Shea, and he's willing to sell himself out for her treatment."

"Is this some kind of game to you?" Kalmin’s lips curled into a sly, arrogant grin. "You’ve yet to learn what’s mine," he said, his voice thick with possessiveness. It wasn’t the answer she was expecting, and it hit her in the chest harder than she cared to admit. “I’m not yours,” she hissed. He stepped forward. No rush. Just a deliberate closing of space. Her breath caught. He didn’t touch her—but it felt like he had. Every inch between them buzzed, taut with pressure. “You keep saying that,” he said, “but you’re still here.”

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.

Kind. I can't see him making derogatory commentary about my body in front of others or grabbing me inappropriately. Funny enough, it's because of his insane possessiveness. It seems "You're mine" really means "You're mine in public/ I don't like other men looking at you/ I will only subtly claim you in front of others because no one is allowed to actually see what I do to you." It also seems to mean "The minute we're alone, all bets are off." But then again, how well do I really know him? It should be obvious but it feels like I've known him far longer than I actually have. The thoughts that have been haranguing my brain suddenly come spinning back to my frontal lobe.