Possessive Series Novels & Stories

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.

She said sadly. - What? You're kidding, right? Look at me Camila, I'm about to explode and you're kicking me out? - Yea. I don't want to fuck you until you change. Your possessiveness is... making me very confused. How could he be so jealous, so possessive, and not say clearly how he felt? Maybe he just liked her like he liked all women. Maybe he was possessive and jealous of all the women he slept with. How could she know? She wouldn't stoop down and ask if he loved her. He would laugh at her for expecting something as useless as love.

Oh. "There's no need to be jealous," I assured him. "I'm not jealous," he said smirking. " Jealous is when you want something someone else has." "Then what are you?" I asked. "Possessive," he answered. "I want what's already mine." My mouth went dry hearing this. Damn, that shouldn't have been as sexy as it was. I finally found my voice. "I'm not a possession," I said shakily. He smiled. "Not yet. You'll come to be mine the same way I am already yours."

"First, because you asked, and second because it's yours. Everything I have belongs to you." Fuck, the creep is possessive too. Am so doomed.

"Does my possessiveness really bother you that much? Is hearing that you’re mine so bad?" Andriel’s questions came between kisses along Taylor’s neck, his touches unraveling Taylor’s focus. "No, it’s not," Taylor replied, a faint moan escaping as Andriel’s hand gripped his ass. "Then understand this and burn it into your mind: you’re mine, Taylor, only mine," Andriel said, his voice a possessive growl. A soft bite on Taylor’s shoulder followed, pulling a moan from his lips. The earlier argument had been rough, but hearing Andriel whisper his possessiveness in his ear sent a fresh wave of arousal through Taylor.

“Stop… or keep going… I don’t know… I can’t take it.” He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, leaving a primal mark of possession. His hot breath carries a crude hunger as he growls, his voice dripping with dominance. “You’re fucking mine, Lizzy,” he snarls, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “I won’t let you escape again. Even if I’m the worst fucking thing in your eyes, I’m a selfish bastard who won’t give you up. I’ll tie you to my bed if I have to. But mark my words, Lizzy, I won’t let you go. I won’t.”

/Bach…Bach…/ This lascivious slurping sound is so sad, he rubs my underside with one hand and rubs my nipples with one hand. “N… No, don't do both at the same time.” Jay Park like turning into a beast while making love, he didn't answer but kept stabbing me deep inside. “um~…”

"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.”

"You wore the dress. You signed your name." I trail my fingers down her side, slow, controlling, like I'm memorizing my property all over again. "You like it or not, Jaan. But you are mine. And I will make sure that you know whom you belongs to!"I said She opens her mouth to speak—probably to curse me, to tell me she'll run away from me. But I cut her off with a kiss. Not soft. Not sweet. Just control. Possession. A reminder of what she is now.

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.