Possessive Mine Novels & Stories

We both smiled when I said that to him. The smile on his face is very obvious and he hugged me tightly. "I don't want anyone to talk to you that close. I'm so jealous." He said while the smile was not removed from his lips. Well, compared before, his smile reached his ears. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you're possessive, Mr. Gomez." His mood changed when I suddenly called him the wrong way. "I'm just fencing off what I own." He answered me. "Yes, Sir Henry." I laughed at his frown because he really didn’t want me to call him sir.

I would’ve given him a fair chance as well if he didn’t destroy everything by cocooning and trapping me in his web lies. “Carla…” he started again but I didn’t let him continue. “Just let me go. I think it is better for the both of us.” I said, wanting to be free of it all. “I won’t let you go! Not now, not ever!” He almost growled as he pulled me closer, facing me to arch my back. “Aeden please.” “No Carla. I married you. You are mine. One thing you should know about me, I’m extremely possessive of what’s mine and I don’t ever let it go.” He declared and turned me around and pulled my face closer and kissed me.

After I showed him I was ok with a kiss, I told him how I felt. "I am more than ok. I am perfect now that I have you." He smiled at me as his hand moved my hair back. "I am too, and now that you are all mine, I can make you scream my name anytime I want, and I will start right now." I gasped as he smiled and stood, tossing me back on the bed. He slid up me, and I felt his rigid member press against me again, but I didn't mind. I wanted more. More of my mate. He was all mine.

I said, “I don't know what that beast did to you but you really think a mere slave like me will touch him?” “You don't know the high Lord Maximilian well don't you?” I arched an eyebrow. “What pains him the most is touching things that belong to him. Slave or not.” “Fool.” I hissed as his fangs grew past my surface flesh. “That beast couldn't care less about replaceable objects. I really thought you knew something tangible about the high lord. Have you seriously not heard about the presia box?” The vampire eyes widened and I relaxed. I had him hooked.

I teased wih n comfortably. "Well I don't exactly have a say in the matter. My mom purchased this house as a birthday present for my brother and I a few years back so it's not exactly mine alone" he said with an exaggerated eye roll and smiled again. "Well it's really beautiful like this" I complimented with a nod "and speaking of brothers, I actually met yours three days ago at a function that Bo na and I were working on in Busan" He raised an eyebrow "You met min ho? Really?"

” Get the lady in the backseat out and put her in the guestroom on the second floor “, he instructed while loosening the noose of his tie and making his way to the large door of his villa. Bianca yawns, rubbing her eyes repeatedly till she woke up,” it’s so soft and comfy here” she said while immersing herself deeper into the soft feather pillows.” You’re finally up miss”, a housekeeper said as she entered the room with a glass of water and medication.”Where am I ?”Bianca asks .” This is Mr.Damian Rivers’ villa”, the housekeeper replied.”Who’s that?”Bianca asked. The housekeeper looked at her with a surprised expression on her face, then she replied,” He is the Manager of the Windcracker gro

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙

POSSESSIVE As soon as I said yes Cole took my lips in a searing kiss as his hand went around my waist like he was trying to stop me from running away, but I wasn't planning to. I wrapped my arms around him and he continued kissing me seeming not to get enough. He only stopped kissing me when both of us needed to breathe. " You don't know how fucking happy this makes me, I'm going to take care of you, no one would be able to touch you, because you're mine," He said possessively as he kissed me again.

"Mine. Say it. Say you're mine." "Yours, Daddy! Only yours! Forever yours!" "That's right. And no one takes what's mine. No one even looks at what's mine. MINE!"

It was delivered not in a shout, but in a low, resonant, utterly certain whisper that carried the weight of absolute truth. “You’re mine. That’s who.” The words were not possessive in a romance, cliche way. They were possessive the way a king lays claim to land. The way a master sculptor lays claim to the clay. It was a declaration of creation, of fact, of sole ownership.