Possessive Mine Novels & Stories

"I want to know how you're doing, how you're feeling, what you need." "That sounds like you're checking up on me." "I am checking up on you because you're mine now, Zara. That means I take responsibility for your wellbeing." Adrian leaned down until his face was inches from hers. "It also means I get to enjoy your company whenever I want." The possessive way he said "mine" made her stomach flip. She should be offended by his assumption that he could just claim her like property. Instead, she felt a dangerous thrill at being wanted so completely by someone so powerful.

Or was he the only one? “Sort things out. That sounds ominous. Is there anything I can help with?” “Not yet. But I’ll figure it out. When I’m ready to talk about it, I’ll come to you with it. Okay?” Jessie frowned at him. His prying getting to her a little. “Fine. Just know you can talk to me whenever you want.” “Fine. What can I expect? Are you handling everything at the mine? Or will I have a say?” “Jessie, right now, as it stands, that mine belongs to our pack. That means you have a say. Just say it. What’s wrong?”

“You even gave him a nickname. How sweet.” He closed the distance, his eyes burning. “I warned you, Sienna. What part of ‘you are mine’ don’t you understand? Is it when every man near you ends up dead that you’ll finally believe me?” “Nic, don’t—” “Sienna, I own you.” His hand closed around my throat—not choking, just firm, possessive. His breath ghosted my lips. “Every single part of you. Yes, I’m possessive. And yes, I’ll kill any man who tries to take you away. You’re mine, Sienna. Just mine.”

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.

He'd gotten down on one knee beside me and clasped my hands, saying tenderly, "I love seeing you like this, Maeve." I'd saved him and trapped myself in a horrible nightmare ten years ago. Ten years later, he personally broke my finger, and with it, the last thing that tied us together. … As I lay in the abandoned warehouse at three in the morning with my fingers splayed in awkward, broken angles, my men hurried in with medical equipment. The warehouse behind me was set ablaze. As the fire burned and ravaged the building, I leaned into my seat and called the person coordinating my plans.

“This house is Theo’s obsession.” I raised an eyebrow. “Obsession? You mean like ‘I’m a lonely rich man who built a mansion as financial therapy’?” She laughed. “Pretty much. He said he needed a ‘quiet place.’ So he bought the land two years ago and started building this pine castle. Finished it last year.” My gaze roamed again. Polished exposed brick, wall-sized glass windows framing the pine view outside. Enclosed yet airy. Warm but curated. Soft but hiding something. Yes. Very Theo.

I walked out into the night, the Porsche keys still heavy in my pocket—a reminder of a bet I never wanted and a girl I had just lost to the dark. ​I had the car. I had the reputation. But as I looked at the empty driveway where she had disappeared, I realized I had never been more bankrupt in my entire life. I walked toward the kitchen counter, my movements heavy and sluggish. My eyes fell on the keys to the Porsche—the sleek, expensive metal that was supposed to be a symbol of my victory. Now, it just looked like a piece of cold, mocking evidence.

I shouted angrily. "It wasn't my plan to kill her." He said and looked at me. "It's now my plan to waste her. No one dares touch what is mine." I walked closer to her, my eyes going to her neck as I took that necklace away forcibly, "And this is also mine."

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

"Better hope you don't change your mind because I won't ever let go now that you're mine." I shudder at the possessiveness in Noah's tone, knowing he isn't joking around. What have I gotten myself into?