Possessive Novels & Stories

“Because he’s threatening what’s mine.” I hesitate. “Including me?” He doesn’t answer immediately, but something flares in his gaze. “Especially you.” I suck in a breath. “You know he’ll use me, right? As leverage. As a distraction. Whatever it takes.” His voice drops. “Then he’ll learn what happens when someone touches what belongs to me.” There it is again—that possessive streak. But this time, it doesn’t come off as suffocating. It’s protective. Anchored. Like he’s not just defending his territory… but his person.

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.

He was still holding me from my waist to keep me steady. He licked my cock slowly through long strides. "Tell me who you belong to? Who owns you?" I didn't say anything and he continued to tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Allen, please. Who owns you?" I looked at him and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You. Sebestian. You own me." He nearly sobbed and took me back into his mouth. Bobbing his head on me, fuck I was losing it. I couldn't let him stop. I needed to spill.

I said laughing as I rubbed my thumbs on his lips. He stared into my face while I smiled back at him. "You are mine only, Amanda." He said possessively. I smiled and peck him while I went over to where I kept my makeups and brought out the lipstick and rubbed them gently on my lips. "Amanda put your hair down," Drake whispered in my ears as he wrapped his hands around my waist. "No," I said firmly with a smirk. "You gonna make me eat you right here." He said seductively as he traced his hands to my butt.

“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.

Arka brushed Bima’s damp hair back from his forehead and pressed his lips firmly against Bima’s still-burning skin. The kiss lingered for a long, agonizing moment. Arka closed his eyes, greedily inhaling the scent of Bima’s body mixed with the sharp smell of medicine and sweat. It wasn’t a kiss born of lust, but a solemn vow. A seal of absolute ownership stronger than any physical mark he had ever branded into Bima’s skin. "You belong to me, Bima. Even this fever doesn’t have the right to hurt you without my permission," Arka whispered directly against his skin, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly dark possessiveness.

| ALESSIO | ⚘⚘ I'VE ALWAYS HAD an unexplainable obsession with puzzles. Letting my gaze run all over the puzzles I've solved and gathered over the passing years, my gaze settles on the most recent one. Thousands of tiny pieces were put neatly where they belonged to form an enrapturing black hole. Took me three days—the longest ever—but it's all worth it because nothing satisfies my quench of a worthy challenge, or stimulation, unlike these puzzles.

It’s a reminder I’m his and no one else's. Men have tried to get me to fall for them, because they fall in love with the woman they think I am. With Gavin, his possessiveness makes me want to get closer instead of running for the hills. I get off on how much he wants me and that he lets me get away with some things. When I go too far, he’s there to remind me I’m his and that I only get away with what he allows. “Your pussy enjoys the way I own it. It’s why I’m the only one that can ever get in here. You never let anyone else get close enough to catch you.”