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.

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?”

I smiled and nodded, feeling a spark of excitement in my chest. Spending time with them was always a thrill, even if it was just watching movies and hanging out. "Sure, that sounds great," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. Deep down, I knew that I was falling for both of them hard. But I didn't want to admit it, not even to myself. The thought of being in a relationship with two powerful and possessive werewolf Alphas was intimidating, to say the least. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the way my heart raced whenever they were around.

I swallowed, “In a way.” “Why?” “We already have so much happening here,” I responded, being truthful about my reason for the first time, “I don’t want to put Lisa in danger’s way. The first rule of war is to grab the Luna. I can’t let anything happen to Lisa.” “You have got it all wrong,” he chuckled dryly, “The Luna makes the pack stronger, she brings power to the pack. Luna’s are connected to the energy of the moon, and once she and the Alpha are together, the pack only grows stronger.”

Always the fucking road. “You think it was Bishop?” Jaxon asked. “No,” Jace said. “It wasn’t Bishop. Not directly.” “Then who the hell has that kind of manpower? Snipers? Live cameras? Network uplinks?” Jaxon ran a hand through his hair. “Feels like something bigger than a rescue mission.” “It is bigger,” I murmured. “This isn't about ransom anymore. It’s about possession.” “And we’re the ones stealing?” Jaxon asked, bitter. Jace didn’t answer. But I saw the twitch in his lip. He hated that word. Stealing. As if Ingrid was property. But it was true.