Novel & Cerita Possessive

“I know.” “Then what am I?” I step closer— just one step this time. Careful. Measured. She doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t panic. Just watches. “You’re mine to protect,” I say. Not possession. Not ownership. Something else. Something deeper. Stronger. More dangerous. Her breath catches. “That sounds like control.” “It’s not.” “What is it then?” A pause. Then— “A promise.” Silence falls. Different this time. Because promises— they mean something.

Back then when Asher saw Haya in the bedroom, he talked to her. "Hello, where could my shades be? The ones you got at the bar?" Asher asked Haya. "Uhhm, I can't remember where I put It." said Haya. "Look at it, I really want It." said Asher. "Ok, I'll just get one for you, I'll replace it with another." He said that Haya. "I have to get a hard pass, it's from another country, so it's expensive!" said Asher.

"Who?" "Dylan and that bastard don't have a plan to sell it back again. When I talk to him, that bastard is so arrogant, and I badly want to beat him." I clenched my fist angrily. That bastard Dylan again. He always takes what was mine. First,t that bitch Winter, now my place. "Okay, just forget about it. Just look for a new place for me." I said between gritted teeth. I badly want that place, but Dylan owns it now. I don't want to take it back from him anymore.

His possession. And no one... not even God... could keep her from him. ________________________ Thank you

"The ring, the contract… it doesn’t mean I own you.” I realize he’s trying to express something deeper, something that’s tied to his need for control. The way he guards the people close to him, like precious treasures. “But I have to admit…” he continues, his voice quieter now, “I have this possessive streak. It’s like I’m wired to protect what’s mine.”

“Stop for a second, King, Mom’s outside.” Pandora pressed her hand against Kingston’s chest, trying not to let out even the slightest moan, which forced her to cover her mouth as Kingston continued to run his fingers over her body. Last time Kingston had done it angrily, but this time the man was exactly like a tyrant—claiming Pandora as his rightful and official possession, as if he could do anything, including slowly creeping downward. Leaving trails of heat, occasionally squeezing Pandora’s chest with a rough grip.

We both smiled when I said that to him. The smile on his face is very obvious and he hugged me tightly. "I don't want anyone to talk to you that close. I'm so jealous." He said while the smile was not removed from his lips. Well, compared before, his smile reached his ears. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you're possessive, Mr. Gomez." His mood changed when I suddenly called him the wrong way. "I'm just fencing off what I own." He answered me. "Yes, Sir Henry." I laughed at his frown because he really didn’t want me to call him sir.

Chapter One Hundred Sixteen Assistant Kim's question made Bella's mind freeze instantly. She looked up and asked, "What do you mean?" "Possessiveness is something inherent in every person and every living creature. Even the smallest things, like keeping one's belongings, stem from possessiveness. The concept itself is simple, but when it reaches an extreme, higher and higher, there’s no way to escape or control it. The man you are trying to avoid and run away from, I’m afraid..."

His Possession. THE END.

he says, his voice low, an undercurrent of intensity, "I don't like sharing your time or you." His possessiveness is both endearing and surprising. A small smile plays on my lips as I stir the contents in the pot. "Jealous, are we?" I tease, the air charged with a subtle tension that adds an unspoken layer to our interaction. He leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that carries the weight of unspoken declarations. In that moment, the kitchen becomes a canvas for emotions painted in the brushstrokes of his possessiveness. "You're mine," he whispers against my lips, a claim that reverberates through the silent corners of the room