Possessive Mga Nobela at Kwento

He then spoke with an undertone of possessiveness that would send a shiver down anyone's spine. "You belong to me now, sweetheart, solely mine. Any man who dares to lay claim to you will incur my relentless fury. No one will take you away from me. Not even God himself."

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.

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.

"Is this some kind of game to you?" Kalmin’s lips curled into a sly, arrogant grin. "You’ve yet to learn what’s mine," he said, his voice thick with possessiveness. It wasn’t the answer she was expecting, and it hit her in the chest harder than she cared to admit. “I’m not yours,” she hissed. He stepped forward. No rush. Just a deliberate closing of space. Her breath caught. He didn’t touch her—but it felt like he had. Every inch between them buzzed, taut with pressure. “You keep saying that,” he said, “but you’re still here.”

he said firmly, possessiveness in his voice. His love might be a little dangerous, but I like the idea of him being obsessed with me. It feels so good to be claimed—about him wanting only me and keeping me to himself. Because I want him for myself too. Only mine.

I wanted to believe she wasn’t like the others. And I wouldn’t allow anyone else to claim what was mine. A strong sense of possession filled me, something deep and instinctive, a powerful need to keep what was mine safe. Now, the woman I had always wanted was finally with me. Just the thought of losing her was unbearable.

I gathered the courage to speak. His lips curled into a wicked smile as if he derived pleasure from seeing me tense. “Since you say I don't own you. You think you can just leave? You think you can walk out of my life and I’ll let you? You’re mine, Lillian. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” “I am not your possession.” I spoke gently, my body already giving in to his grip. I used all of my strength to press his chest, but it didn't move him. Instead, his grip tightened on my waist. My body became immovable.

“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.