Possessive Novels & Stories

Ano ba ang ginawa ko sa nakaraang buhay ko at kailangan ko itong maranasan? Watching Zhairro kissing his bestfriend made my heart shattered into pieces. I covered my mouth to stop myself from making a sound. ang sakit, eto ba? eto ba ang sinasabi niyang busy siya at walang oras para maka-attend sa Dinner date namin?

Kapal ng mukha niya halikan ang pagmamay-ari ko. I'm drowning with my jealousy that makes my mind crowded. Hindi ako makapag-isip ng maayos kapag ganito ang kalagayan ng puso ko. I have to show her that I own her but at the same time I'm scared that she might hate me more. Call me possessive and territorial wala akong pakiaalam that's who I am and I want my family to be mine. Mine alone.

He was never the possessive type of partner. There are some men who think they own their partner to the point that they won't allow them to go somewhere else without their permission, to the point that they will even control how their women dress which I find absurd. We're not objects nor possessions. No one should ever control you. You own yourself. You are yours.

“Hindi kita hinahamon, sinasabi ko lang ang pwedeng magyari at huwag mo akong sisisihin.” “Isa pa, akala mo ba hindi kita napapansin? Nakikita kitang umiiwas sa tuwing makakasalubong mo ako.” “Ano bang pinagsasabi mo? Walang gano’n. Bakit naman kita iiwasan?” “Hindi ko alam. Hindi kaya dahil ayaw mo na sa akin kaya ka ganyan?” “Masyado ka lang kasing possessive.” “Ako talaga ang possessive? Hindi mo ba naisip na kaya ako nagkakaganito kasi nga pakiramdam ko, ginamit mo lang ako.”

His grip was firm, but not painful—just enough to make me feel his presence, his silent claim on me. The way he acts, it’s like he’s obsessive and possessive over me. Hindi siya nagdalawang-isip na sabihin iyon sa harap ng lahat, as if he truly owns me, as if I’ve always been his. It should’ve made me mad. I mean, I hate it when someone acts like they have control over me, like I’m some sort of property they can just claim.

Kaya naman napahawak siya sa may bridge ng kanyang ilong at pinisil ito. "Be my girlfriend, Victoria Abbel." ***

Parang May tahimik siyang mensaheng gustong ipaabot, na para bang sinasabi niyang sa kanya lang ako. May kung anong possessiveness sa paraan ng pagkakahawak niya sa akin. Isang uri ng pagka-territorial na hindi niya kailangang sabihin ng malakas upang maintindihan ko. At ang mas nakakainis pa, tila alam niyang naiintindihan at nararamdaman ko iyon. Kaya mas lalo niya pang idiniin ang kanyang kamay sa bewang ko.

paalala ko sa kaniya. "Yes po, Mr. Possessive," she answered and she chuckles seeing my behavior. Yes, I am possessive lalo na kung asawa ko ang nilalandi. 'Wag lang talaga magtagpo ang landas namin ulit at baka hindi na ako makapagpigil. Itutuloy...

Pinunasan niay ang luha sa pisngi nito na patuloy sa pag-agos at ngumti sa dalaga. “Now, you’re mine. At alam na ng lahat ‘yon. Everyone knows who owns you, Crystal.” Ngumiti ito sa kanya. “Aren’t you that possessive?” “I am.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I am just guarding what’s mine.” "Hmm..." She smiled. Hinila nito ang kanyang tie at ngumiti. "My posessive ex-husband?" "Not an ex anymore." Pareho silang natawa. Whatever it is, as long as she's his, he's fine being called possessive. Because that is who he is. Territorial.

"With a question mark? Mukhang hindi ka sure sa sagot mo, wife." "Online tutorial. Marami naman yan sa social media." "Come here." Lumakad ako papalapit sa pwesto na yun at kaharap ko siya. "Do you know that I’m possessive of the things that are mine? Everything in this mansion is mine, including you, so I hate it when I see you or even think of you doing with someone else what you should only be doing with me." "H-huh! Anong sayo? Pinagsasabi mo, hindi ako sayo."