Possessive Mine Novels & Stories

So back to the present, after he expressed his doubt, while I continued looking at the delicious eye candy mate of mine standing in front of me, with two big red hearts in my eyes which were glowing yellow due to Kai's presence as a goofy smile which was playing on my lips due to the happiness of finally finding my sweet mate which I was not able to content, before I grumbled again wanting to claim my possession over and over, again and again, letting the whole world know that, he is mine, my sweet little human mate is mine and only mine. "Mate Mine” I again claimed righteously with hell of possessiveness in it, looking at my handsome yet cute little human mate stubbornly, really feeling lik

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.

Boldly and vociferously claiming me in her home as our juices territorialized each other, showing utter dominance and possession. “I know,” I relaxed. “You are all mine.”

he says, his voice low, an undercurrent of intensity, "I don't like sharing your time or you." His possessiveness is both endearing and surprising. A small smile plays on my lips as I stir the contents in the pot. "Jealous, are we?" I tease, the air charged with a subtle tension that adds an unspoken layer to our interaction. He leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that carries the weight of unspoken declarations. In that moment, the kitchen becomes a canvas for emotions painted in the brushstrokes of his possessiveness. "You're mine," he whispers against my lips, a claim that reverberates through the silent corners of the room.

They were possessive, obsessive, passionate and with the need to mark her all over gain his. "Fucking mine... Make me believe otherwise, and I'll show you exactly who you belong to, Elena."

Her lips were soft and eager, and possessiveness smashed him in the chest. Mine. Fucking all mine. I’m never letting her go, not ever again.

Back then when Asher saw Haya in the bedroom, he talked to her. "Hello, where could my shades be? The ones you got at the bar?" Asher asked Haya. "Uhhm, I can't remember where I put It." said Haya. "Look at it, I really want It." said Asher. "Ok, I'll just get one for you, I'll replace it with another." He said that Haya. "I have to get a hard pass, it's from another country, so it's expensive!" said Asher.

Mine. Once, that word had belonged to the private language of their bond. Maddox had never used it before the pack as ownership. He had whispered it against her hair after ceremonies, against her mouth when she teased him too far, against the inside of her wrist on nights when the world demanded too much of both of them. It had never meant property between them. It had meant shelter. Vow. Choice. A place neither council nor bloodline could enter. Hearing it now felt like being loved and abandoned in the same breath.

I said, clapping my hands and rolling my eyes at Alpha AIden. “Tell her it’s mine already, need to sleep off the jet lag” Alpha AIden said to the manager now sounding bored. “Your must really love using the word MINE,you are so materialistic “ I preached to Alpha Aiden “I’m only possessive towards the things that are mine which includes you because you’re ducking Mine,Nina” Alpha Aiden growled at me , coming to stand in front of me when he noticed that the manager was lowkey checking me out.

He then spoke with an undertone of possessiveness that would send a shiver down anyone's spine. "You belong to me now, sweetheart, solely mine. Any man who dares to lay claim to you will incur my relentless fury. No one will take you away from me. Not even God himself."