Possessive Mine Novels & Stories

He was trying to pack a vase that didn't belong to me. This house held memories. I wondered what kind of apartment Tyson has. As the king of werewolves, he must have a really huge mansion. Even some Alphas have their own mansions apart from their pack house. Tyson was very rich. A multi-millionaire. He owned different businesses and estates. "Mummy!" I heard Tak call out my name. I quickly went to his room. His music box was open on the floor. It was broken. Tak looked at me with tears in his eyes.

Right? I was going to kill any fucker who looks at her or touches her lustfully. She was mine and mine alone. Mine to own, claim, and possess. She was domineering, but she was mine. Mine. I smiled mindlessly at the thought of the fact that she was mine alone. I was grateful to lanky Angelo for giving up a good thing.

And not counting the many people in the kingdom, who are worried about their Suprema Luna-- he stopped by a shelf and added-- forget about your part, you're just MINE I can't stand it and I laugh He is possessive even over the simplest things. ---Send our parents in and don't forget my toothpick-- I say smiling Deniel gives me a murderous look and only then do I realize what a mistake I made, I had used the word mine for another "man". Daniel is going to freak out --- MY? Since when is that brat yours?-- and there's my cute ogre angry again --- Stop it Deni! He's just your little brother, and the poor thing is a kid-- I say trying to get him to stop acting like a possessive madman

“…I want to permanently mark you. I want to make you mine.” My eyes went wide. My mouth opened in shock. “Ka-Kabir— Hmph!” He didn’t let me complete my words. My lips were covered, and I was pulled into a hot, deep kiss filled with possessiveness, passion, and excitement. “Mine. Mine alone!” His possessive words echoed in my heart, making it beat harder than ever before.

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

He murmured, bit her lower lip which made her sniff and slapped his arms. "Remember that you are only mine, Dianna. You are my possession!" He gritted his teeth, glanced at her coldly enough which made her gulped and trembled. "Turned around," He commanded, gripped her hands while his hands trailed off between her legs. "Ugh, Klaud!" She moaned loudly, closed her eyes because of the pleasure he brought. "Moan for more, Dianna. Scream until you reach the peak of the mountains...,"

The key was still in my fist, now pinned between my own body and the mattress, a hidden shard of betrayal. “Look at me,” he commanded, and I did. I saw the possessiveness, the fear, the desperate need to be my entire world. “You’re mine. Nothing else exists.” He thrust inside. I arched off the bed, a sharp cry torn from my throat. He was so hard, so full, stretching me exquisitely. He didn’t move at first, just let me feel the complete, overwhelming fullness of him. The key dug into my palm.

Instead he got it himself. "Nah, I'm hungry for something else and you know it". He whispered biting my ears softly, making me shiver a little , not from the bite but from the husky tone of his voice.

Andrei pulled him in with one swift motion, his strong arms around Zane in declaration of ownership, of possession. When they pulled apart, both were breathless. Andrei spoke first. "You're mine... and only death can change that." He said looking Zane dead in the eye, daring him. Zane smirked, voice raw. "Death it is." From the shadows, Katherina watched. Face unreadable. Hand tightening on her wineglass until the stem cracked. And across the room, Dimitri smiled. Like a man who had just confirmed his plan was working.

Mount on her until she could no longer yearn other men. She was mine to have. Mine to claim. Mine to mark. My mate. My possession. MINE!!