Possessive Mine Novels & Stories

However, one part of his sentence stands out to me. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not a possession.” “No, you’re not a possession, that would imply that I own you. What you are, is precious to me. You are mine to love, mine to protect. That’s what I mean when I say you are mine. Well, that and I have no intention of ever letting another man have you. So in that instance, I guess it is rather possessive. But I’m an Alpha, you’ll have to get used to it.”

It was claiming, possessive, and absolute. "Mine!" he roared against my mouth, the word vibrating deep in my soul. I struggled to keep up with the furious intensity, lost in the knowledge that I had finally, finally found my man.

Like she was his and he needed to remind both of them exactly what that meant. His hand slid from her hair to her jaw, tilting her head to exactly the angle he wanted, deepening the kiss further. Annie made a sound like a moan and felt him smile against her lips. "Mine," he murmured between kisses, his voice rough and possessive. "You're mine, Annie. No matter how many other people love you. No matter how many family reunions. At the end of the day, you're mine, and I'm yours, and nothing changes that."

Ace said in a threatening yet soft tone which made her remember the old days. "I think you have forgotten. So, let me remind you it again. Always remember this baby girl, you are mine. Mine to touch. Mine to love. And I will not let any other touch what only belongs to me. I won't mind to burn them alive. Trust me, baby girl, I am very possessive when it comes to my things. And you are my woman. The mother of my babies then imagine how much possessive I am about you? The moment my eyes had fallen on you, from the moment you were mine. And I do not share what is mine. When I can not bear any cheap around you, and that bastard dares to propose to you in front of me then imaging what can I do w

Myron I stalked out of that empty classroom, every nerve ending screaming. The hallway was mercifully empty, but I felt seen by everyone. Caught in the act! What the actual hell did you just do, Zed? My silent snarl was aimed at the brute inside my chest. Claimed what’s ours. She is ours. Zed's response was a low, self-satisfied thrum of possessiveness that vibrated through my bones. “We were supposed to reject her!” I ground out under my breath, my hands clenching so hard the muscle in my forearms burned.

“Others want something grand and unforgettable.” She turned to Gabriella. “What do you like?” She hesitated for a moment before answering. “Just something simple would be fine.” Celeste nodded slowly, her eyes turning to Alexander. “Minimalist can still be beautiful.” “It should be grand,” Alexander added calmly, like the decision had already been made. Gabriella’s eyes flickered to him. “Grand becomes expensive very quickly.” He lifted a brow. “I can afford it.” “That’s not the point.” Her response came immediately.

For a brief moment, it even made me feel jealous. Smack! Before I could react, my left cheek was burning with pain. I stared at Shane in disbelief as his hand hovered in midair again, only for him to lower it when he saw my reddened eyes. "She didn't bring any sleepwear, so what's wrong with her wearing one of yours?" Finally, I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Shane, so whatever she says is the truth now?! Am I really that petty in your eyes? "I don’t owe you anything for coming to this world!"

A reminder of what she is now. Mine. I pull back just enough to whisper, "You don't have to love me. You don't even have to want me. But you're not going anywhere." "Ever." How am I supposed to tell this stupid little lady of mine, that she is safe with me. She thinks she is the unsafest here but she doesn't know the truth. I need her. I want her. To stay with me. She is mine. I will possess her. I will keep her. Safe with me.

“And you’re mine, which means I decide how much of you the world gets to take. And the answer is fucking zero.” “Possesive and Selfish huh?” I kiss her lips softly. “You bet your gorgeous ass, I am.”

“Resa and you, LeighAnne, are the only ones who get away with calling me that.” “That’s because we are special, and you can’t deny that. So, why the long face? Thinking of your ex wife?” Nick nodded his head, running his hands over his jean clad legs. LeighAnne glanced at them, spotting the gold band on his left hand right away. “Nick, are you trying to feel complete?” Nick’s brow wrinkled as he looked up at LeighAnne, followed her gaze to his hand and nodded.