Possessive Novels & Stories

Hello, Oot is here (Read O-o-t, not 'Ut,' hehe). I am an exclusive writer at Goodnovel Indonesia (Exclusive Goodnovelist). The original version of 'My Possessive Sugar Daddy’ (Indonesian ver) is my first novel on this platform and reached 1,2 million readers when this English version was published. The success of this book made me chosen as one of the Authors of the Year in 2021. By the way, this book has been completed since November 2021. And this February 2023, I decided to make an English version due to several requests from global readers both on I*******m DM's and in the comments session.

"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.

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.

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.

My brother is holding my arm tight too and walking towards me. The darkness grows bigger and larger. My vision is blurry now. I can't hear the others shouting anymore. Only the dark figures. They're surrounding me, making me smaller and smaller, until I'm completely surrounded by darkness. Darkness is engulfing every bit of me. Darkness is consuming my entire existence. I can't breathe...I can't breathe...

“—will never make me feel like I am.” Her pulse thundered in her ears as his warning hung in the air, every word dripping with possessive menace.