Possessive Wattpad Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then i'd wrap them up and lead them to the door after paying them generously. But not Noelle, she was innocent, and a precious piece of stone that i'd never want to let go of. She arose a fire in my body that wasn't going to go out for now or ever. I was always driven at a quote that whatver I wanted I had to have willingly or forcefully. And within this time I will make Noelle mine. She will be my possesion and a good one too. I'd make damn sure of it. "Gentlemen," I greeted. "I have little to no time to waste so please get this meeting on role I have a lot more things to tend to at this moment,"

I feel his fierce possessiveness, stronger than I’ve never felt from him before. “I think I understand now why the wolves go around growling ‘Mine’ all the time,” he murmurs. I hear my father chuckling from behind him. He turns to look at him and everyone watching either whistles or says some variation of ‘Damn, Kenna.’ “And they say I’m possessive,” Emmi says. I can see her eyes flickering with the Phoenix’s fire. “Well, Phoenix did give me the idea,” I say, twisting my head so I can see my image on my mate's chest.

"Like you're something precious. Like you belong to him instead of me." His hand came up to grip her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You're mine, Lyra. Don't forget that. You're my mate, my Luna. Mine." The possessiveness that had once made her feel cherished, protected, now felt suffocating. Like chains tightening around her throat, cutting off her air. She wanted to shove him away, to scream that she wasn't his property, that he'd forfeited any claim to her the moment he'd touched Jessy.

He didn't just want a girl to possess anymore; he was looking for an heir. ​And a Titan doesn't just ask for what belongs to him. He takes it. I tightened my grip on my bag, my eyes hardening. Let him search. Let him tear the country apart. By the time he finds us, he’ll realize that I’m not the runaway waitress he can intimidate. I’m an heiress now, and I’m ready to protect my son from the very man who gave him his eyes. The vehicle pulled into the driveway of my parents’ modest home, and the sudden quiet was almost as jarring as the noise of the terminal. Here, the air was still, heavy with the scent of sampaguita and rain-dampened earth.

Calla's breath hitched, and instinctively, she moved backwards. "One thing you seem to be forgetting is that I paid for you," he started. His steps were not rushed, he took his sweet time to torture her with the suspense. "That means, I own every fucking thing about you. Your body—literally and figuratively—your time, your breath, your mind. Every damn part of you that moves or thinks, it’s mine,” he declared, finally catching up to her. "At least for a year." Her lips fell apart, her feet still unconsciously moving back. "I just..." she trailed off.

“I don’t think that’s something people ever really grow out of.” For a second, he just looked at her. Then he nodded once. She gave a small smile then glanced down at her phone. One percent. “That's not good." "What?" "My battery's about to die. Do you have flashlights anywhere?" Alexander considered the question. "I don't think so." "You don't think so?" "No." "This mansion doesn't have a single flashlight?" He shrugged lightly. "I never needed one." Gabriella laughed. "Only you would say that."

It was about the raw, primal pull of something valuable that someone else thought they owned. “I’m going to take her,” I said, my voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I’m going to walk into Danta’s house, and I’m going to take what he believes is his. And I’m going to make him watch.” The obsession wasn’t with the girl. It was with the act of possession itself. The ultimate defiance of a man I despised. She was the physical manifestation of his failure, and I would claim her just as I had claimed the journal.

I passed him a faint smile and nodded. We were having waffles and coffee and he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me before?” “I never thought he would go this far to get me.” I replied. “But why is he so possessive over you?” “He calls me his mate. His possession.” I said, looking down. “If he came to know. I came here, I don’t know what he will do to me.”

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.

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