Possessive Mine

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

“The babies you carry are mine. You're mine, Lyra. And you do not have a choice. He growled, his eyes narrowing. You’re my Luna and you belong to me.” “Don’t talk to me about belonging!” I shouted. “You threw me away the day you chose Eloisa. On our son's death anniversary, Damian!” His face twisted with anger. “You think you can just run off from the Blood Nest Pack? You’re making a fool of yourself.” Damian's voice rang through the tent. I looked up at him, refusing to cower under his burning stare. “You lost me the day you declared Eloisa your partner. I do not belong to you, Damian!” I yelled through gritted teeth. He stepped forward, taking hold of my arm. Rylan sprang forward, baring his wolf fangs. “Let her go now. She is under my protection,” he commanded in a low growl. Damian's grip on me weakened and he stepped back, not willing to tango with the brute rogue who was his enemy, and also, my second fated mate. Damian's eyes stayed on my stomach for a while. “I'll claim my babies, Lyra. You can't stop me.” It was as much of a promise as it was a threat

This is a slow burn possessive love story with explicit Romance and Innocence. When a Rich billionaire Lycan King falls for his human mate but unable to express his feelings for her because she is unaware of supernatural creatures and their world. He is waiting for his mate form decade's and is unable to control his urges around her. His lycan is pressurising him to make her his and to mate with her.He gets possessive even when she talks to her classmates. But he has to take it slow with her. let's see how long he will be able to control himself around her and how she will respond to him. will she get attracted to him. will their lovestory flourish . How possessive the lycan King gets. Will he make her fall for him and how will she seduce him to the extent of losing control with her Innocence. This is my first time writing a story. I am hoping for the love and support of my audience. I am sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes please ignore them and enjoy the story.

ADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.

"You don't love me, right? Then why are you getting mad when I'm being cozy with your brother?" Sarah asked with a playful smirk, while she took a dangerous step towards the enraged Dominic. "You're engaged to my sister, not me! So stay the F*CK away!" Saying that, she turned around to leave when a hot and harrowing palm grabbed her neck and slammed his cold lips against hers as he furiously murmured, "I will KILL all of them who desire to have you." "You are mine, Sarah. Only Mine! Mine to fuck, Mine to play, and Mine to punish!"

"Accept it! You cannot fucking run away from me. You can NEVER escape from me. It would be better for you if you just accept that your fate is with ME. You are mine!" She shut her eyes and sobbed quietly beneath him. She knew she could never escape from him; she knew he would never let her go. But that didn't stop her from trying. That would never stop her from trying. She swallowed her fear and looked back at him with her tearful big eyes. "I-I'm not yours! I can never be yours, master. I am just a maid who works in your house. Y-you have no right to claim me yours like this." She threw back. It didn't shock Alexander, it amused him. His fiery cat was finally able to open her mouth in front of him. They both stared at each other with an intensity that was hard to explain. "You are mine, Emma. You were mine the moment I laid my eyes on you. You were mine when I saw you for the first time when you opened the door for me. You were mine when I saved you from the guy at the party who almost raped you..." He gritted at the bitter memory. "You were mine since the first time my heart skipped a beat whenever I saw you...You are mine and you will always be mine." She heard the unbuckling sound of his belt and her eyes widen in fear. She pushed him as hard as possible but that didn't stop him. In a blink of an eye, he tore her dress and once again claimed her as his.

Desperation forces Elena to work as a waitress in a notorious underground nightclub to cover her son's mounting medical bills. Her mundane yet precarious life takes a dangerous turn one night when several drunk patrons corner her. Before things spiral out of control, a shadowy figure intervenes — her ex-boyfriend, now a powerful and feared mafia boss, Damien Moretti. Years ago, their love was a whirlwind of passion and chaos, abruptly severed by betrayal and secrets. Now standing before her in a tailored suit with an air of cold authority, Damien isn’t the man she once knew — he’s darker, more ruthless, and unapologetically possessive. Now, he’s no longer a charming rebel but a man who bends the world to his will. His terms are chilling yet inescapable: “You belong to me. Always have. Always will. And I’ll make you remember that.” Damien offers a deal Elena can’t easily refuse — become his mistress, and he’ll wipe out all her debts. Despite her defiant spirit, Elena is torn between pride and a mother’s fierce love. Elena faces an impossible choice while hiding a secret: Draco, her five-year-old son, is Damien's child. Damien's obsession with control intensifies as he becomes increasingly possessive of Elena, keeping her under constant watch. While others label his love psychopathic, She struggles to deny the magnetic pull he still has over her. His dangerous lifestyle threatens to drag her back into a world of blood and shadows, but he’s the only one who can save her son. As their twisted relationship reignites, Damien's enemies close in, putting both Elena and Draco at risk. When Damien uncovers the truth about Draco, his possessiveness reaches a fever pitch — no one will touch what belongs to him, not even fate!

"Alessandro's voice was low and husky, his words dripping with desire. 'You're mine now, Sophia. My pet. My toy." Sophia's heart raced as she tried to resist, but her body betrayed her. "N-no, please... I can't do this." Alessandro's laugh was menacing, his eyes gleaming with intense emotions. "You will do as I say, Sophia. You will submit to me, body and soul." Sophia's voice was barely a whisper, her fear and desire evident on her face. "Y-yes, sir..." Alessandro's smiled victoriously before claiming her lips in a kiss that left her breathless and wanting more. "You taste like heaven, Sophia. And soon, you'll be begging for more." Sophia's eyes flashed with defiance, but her body trembled with anticipation. Alessandro is a mafia lord with a hidden past and a thirst for control, while Sophia is a brave and determined woman who dares to confront him. When Sophia's father steals from Alessandro, she agrees to Alessandro’s offer of seducing him within 60 days to save her father’s life. But as she enters Alessandro's world of luxury and violence, she discovers that he is not just a mafia lord, but also someone who she least expected him to be.As Sophia becomes entangled in Alessandro's web of secrets and lies, she must navigate the treacherous world of organized crime and supernatural politics. But as their contract binds them closer together, they sincerely begin to crave each other's touch, and their passion becomes a force that could destroy them all.Will Sophia and Alessandro's love forced out of a forbidden contract survive the darkness that surrounds them, or will their contract expire, leaving them to face the consequences of their pleasure trade?

He owns her, He wants her, She saw something she shouldn’t have, She thought she could escape him, Now he haunts her to the ends of the earth, He would make her life miserable, He would make sure she sees no one but him. “You are mine Alicia, I can have you whenever I want, you are my woman and I will be damned if I let another man touch you or even take what is mine” her. *** Alicia was dumped at the altar by her fiancee and she became a laughing stock to the whole town, she sought to take her life because of her pain but she stumbled upon something she should never have seen, now He haunts her. Even when she thought her life couldn't get any worse, she was forced to marry him.

Hunted down by my cruel Alpha Mate, imprisoned by my murderous Lycan King Mate! Elara was an ostracized omega in a ruthless werewolf pack. She had known nothing but hardship since her parents' died protecting an acient secret. Shunned by all, she was dealt another blow – an Alpha mate who despised her. His possessiveness was a twisted obsession, far from the love she craved. When she escaped, fate had different plans: she had a one nightstand that led to a pregnancy. Her one night stand, the feared and famous Lycan King Lucas Morretti, is her second chance mate. He offers her protection, but his "protection" feels like another cage. Hunted down by one mate, and enslaved by the other, when will she be free and who will she love? ... "You're mine, Elara. MINE!" - A possessive growl, a suffocating grasp. This wasn't love, it was a claim of ownership.