Possessive Mine Novels & Stories

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?

Shana was astounded when she felt his cold lips on her hot neck and almost moaned when found his teeth digging inside the soft skin of her neck. Kissing and biting her neck, leaving his mark, again, he spoke possessively" I won't allow anyone to touch you. You are mine, Shana." " I object. " .......................... Enjoy reading it :) Love to all❤

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.