Possessive Series Novels & Stories

“Whoever grabbed her knew how to contain any signature.” My head turns slowly toward him. Bad move. A nearby monitor bursts in a spray of sparks. Zarek lifts both hands a fraction. “I’m not saying I like it.” “She had my shadows in her bloodstream, Zarek.” There’s a rough edge to my voice now. “She. Is. Fucking. Mine.”

“All working together.” He paused. “One system. One point of control.” Mr Patrick tilted his head slightly. “And what makes this different from what already exists?” he asked. Gabriella didn't hesitate. “It doesn't wait for something to go wrong,” His eyes turned to her. “It anticipates it.” Silence followed. Gabriella felt the shift in the air. This wasn't small talk anymore. “It identifies patterns,” Alexander continued. “Unusual behaviour. Internal inconsistencies.” Mr Patrick’s gaze narrowed slightly.

It seems like it's becoming her habit soon. After a few minutes, he came back, and he barely glances to her side which made me happy. That guy is not stupid after all. I know, I am very possessive, but I'm just protecting what's mine!. Whatever is mine, is mine alone and I don't share!And lately I felt ridiculous over possessive over Alessandra and I don't know, why? I tried to shake it off that feeling, but it comes out naturally and unconsciously I am behaving it that way.

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.

She grabbed the door knob and turned around to face me. "Fight for your man," she said. She walked back towards me and placed a book on my lap. "This is a book I wrote when I first started with Gregory. I want you to read it." No you are wrong, Zoey. He isn't my man. He is my boss. After breakfast we started giving Papa his birthday gift. I bought a wristwatch for him. Gregory got him a car...a f**king car! I was mortified because I should have tried to buy something more significant.

"Because I don't lose, Khloe. And because you are the most valuable, efficient asset I have ever acquired. I protect what is mine. Now, get back to work. We have a killer to expose, and a company to save." He didn't mention love, guilt, or desire. But the possessive fire in his eyes spoke volumes. This wasn't about the company. This was about ownership, and I was deeply, terrifyingly, his.

He sighed a sigh of relief and stared deeply at her. "My beautiful Clara, you are so beautiful, it's unbelievable." Clara stared back at him, her eyes had shown uncertainty. The way he looked at her was unexplainable. His eyes were filled with... tender possessiveness. "Clara, you are mine. Always remember that."

She wondered; this man was the most confusing one she’d met. At first when she saw his true nature, she’d hated the moon goddess for pairing her with such a jackass, he might be good-looking, but he had an unwelcome character, one that would repel any she-wolf. But now, after seeing him that day, after seeing the fear in his eyes, he looked so terribly frightened of losing her, of losing something that belonged to him, like he was familiar with the pain of losing something so dear to him before, and he was scared of experiencing that pain all over again. She knew that there must be a reason for this; his possessive nature didn’t come naturally, something must have caused it. She recalled Cia

"Our pack members are uncomfortable." "Nonsense we are werewolf, they understand." He said while making his hands travel from my legs to my core. I hit his hand but he just growled at me. "Don't do that. My wolf is itching to touch you more and more. We are becoming more and more possessive and aggressive at the same time." "But I'm yours and I'm not going away." "You can say that but we feel different. Stallion feels different. We lost our mate once; we don't want to happen that again."

“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.