Possessive Mine Novels & Stories

All at once. "My best friend gave it to me." Quiet. Real. "Back when I was in the orphanage. So he could find me later." Damien went still. Not the careful, measured stillness from before. Something harder. Something that happened to him rather than something he chose. His eyes shifted red. "Him." One word. The temperature in the room dropped three degrees. "He gave you that." Not a question. His jaw worked once. "And you've been wearing it." His eyes cut to hers. "You don't wear what another man gives you. You're mine. What's on your body is mine. What touches your skin is mine."

I claimed her lips and only let go when we were both breathless. "Don't ever try to avoid me again please." She looked at sweetly. "So, you prefer the possessive mate." I said and wrap my arms around her waist. "I can do that." "Not the possessive one but the sweet and caring boyfriend." She responded. "So were officially together now. You’re mine, exclusively mine!" "Can I think about it?" She said while playing with the hem of my shirt. "What is there to think about?" I grabbed her butt and pushed her forward to my erection.

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Voss Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’” Her words faltered as Damian suddenly thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her moan loudly. He pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself to the hilt. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with lust and something darker... possession. Jessica’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she continued riding him, her hips moving in a slow, filthy rhythm. Damian’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."

"But you're safe now. I promise. I'll always protect you. You're mine, Emma. You've always been mine." Mine. The word had sent a chill through me. Not "you're with me" or "we're together." But mine. Like I was a possession. Something owned. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window. My breath fogged it up. Things weren't adding up. They hadn't been adding up for a while now. But the medication made it hard to focus. Hard to connect the dots. Every time I tried to think too hard, my head would start pounding and everything would go fuzzy.

“Mine…” The word reverberated through your mind, igniting a fire within you, a fire that was both intoxicating and dangerous.Lora's possessive nature was a surprise, but it added a tantalizing layer to your already intense relationship. As you made your way up the stairs, your mind couldn't help but dwell on the implications of her words. 'Mine.' The word echoed in your mind, sending a shiver down your spine. It was clear that Lora was as invested in this relationship as you were, and it added a sense of excitement to your already sizzling connection.

Raw, unfiltered want as I held his gaze through lust filled eyes- no doubt. "Being Mine means that every single part of you belongs to me. Your body, your soul, your thoughts and desires, your fate. Being Mine means that no one but me can bring you immense pleasure and pain. Nobody can take you away from me, malyshka. Especially not when I have not had the pleasure of possessing every single bit of you."

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

Lucinda is very excited to be moving out of her parent's house at the same time she is fighting the thought of leaving her parents.Mom and Dad I will miss you so much ,she hugs them with love .Mom can I take the pink blanket with me Lucinda asks her mum already holding the blanket ,yes you can her mom replied.I am ready to go Lucinda says as she caries some of her bags outside ,Lucinda can you leave me your black T-shirt Daren asked standing by the door way holding Lucinda's black T-shirt ,yes you can Lucinda smiled at him thank you Daren said as he rushed to put it on.

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.