Possessive Series Novels & Stories

“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.

Probably part of his work. "Honestly, I'm not baby. I'm not". He admits, which is one of the things she loves about him. He may be possessive but he is vocal about his feelings. "What's wrong?". Trina quietly asks, still running her fingers through his hair, paying full attention to him. His hair had always been something that Trina seemed to be fascinated about because no matter how much you run your fingers through it, it seem to always fall back into the pattern it originally was in.

Lewis scoffed trying to keep his anger in check His thumb snaked to her pouty red lips and slowly begun stroking it "The lips are for me corazón. Your kisses belongs to me and only me. Don't ever let anyone kiss you again. I don't wanna even see you with anything that has 3 legs. Am very possessive corazón. The things I cherish and love,I don't toy with it. And you're one of them. One of my top priority" he said sweetly making sure to stare deep into her eyes Laine gulped down nothing feeling the uncontrollable butterflies dancing in her tummy

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

Her emotions were overwhelming, but her desire to possess and conquer Aaron was getting higher and higher. "Just watch, I'll make you kneel at my feet," Tifanny muttered softly.

Something uncontrollable, something possessive. Something beautiful.

Jake, standing beside him, echoed the sentiment, his own eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "We’re ours, Lila. All of us. Forever. You are the center of our world, the very air we breathe. To think we would willingly leave you is an absurdity." The possessive “ours” hung in the air, a declaration of their unified intent. It wasn’t just a word; it was a brand, a mark of ownership that resonated deep within Lila’s soul. It was a promise of safety, of unwavering devotion, a fortress against the anxieties that gnawed at her. They were hers, and she was theirs, a trinity forged in desire and unbreakable loyalty.

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Voss Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’” Her words faltered as Damian suddenly thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her moan loudly. He pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself to the hilt. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with lust and something darker... possession. Jessica’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she continued riding him, her hips moving in a slow, filthy rhythm. Damian’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.

Possessive. Thorne moved first. He stepped forward, positioning his body between me and the intruder, a deep growl tearing from his chest that made the air itself vibrate. “You will not touch him.” His voice was threaded with lethal authority, green eyes flashing. “Every inch, every pulse, every breath belongs to us. Do you understand?”

his grip tightened around her jaw, turning her eyes more watery. "And do not think about taking my possession away from me because Zian Karlson believes in tormenting his belongings on his own rather than sharing it with someone else," he growled, throbbing her heart. So all this while, he was considering her just a thing which he had claimed and wanted to possess.