Novel & Cerita Possessiveness

“Yes. You’re my toy. And unless I decide I don’t want you anymore, no one else is going to have you. Understand?” Sasha’s stomach twisted at his words. She knew there and then that he was obsessed, he was obsessed with the idea of her being his woman only and not with anyone else. She never realized it before until now, he was possessive and obsessed with her but for some reasons it man him more attractive to her. Her only fear is that this possessiveness that bordered on obsession might be harmful to her. She tried to pull away, but his grip didn’t loosen. “You can’t do this,” she said, her voice shaking. “I’m not some object you can just keep.”

“If you say ‘in love, there should be jealous and possessiveness’ then one day when you live that life, you will know how suffocating it is… it all makes sense and feels good only in stories but in real life, it feels like you have lost all your freedom…” [*****] “Why? Why is he this possessive? Just because I am his rival?” Ojaswi thought to herself sitting in the dining hall. Her head was cupped on her both hands and she was breathing heavily.

"Of course I am too possessive of people who I consider are mine. So don't even think of changing." ....... [Jacqueline's POV] I know how it feels to never be good enough for someone. How it feels when the people we love don't love us back. Or how it feels when they don't even recognize us. why wouldn't I know? I am A girl who fights her insecurities every day. Who knew better than me, possession is nothing but a feeling of insecurity we develop to deal with our extrinsic circumstances. To fake our insecurities in a wrapped-up great word. But who am I to give someone fake hope.

" He asked impatiently. A yes or a no. I looked at him, already staring me. Then my face changed into one of the biggest smiles as I jumped on him and threw my arms around his neck. "Of course!" I said, nodding my head like a crazy person. He just laughed at my behavior and wrapped his arms around me, tightly. "I love you too, Ace." I whispered as he pushed the ring in my finger. And I meant it. Deep from my heart. I was sure of one thing. He loved me from the start. He loved me when I didn't even know about him. I had been and will always be only his. His Possession. _______________________________________________________________________ THE END.

I was thinking, a large body with two arms hugged me from behind, screaming in panic. “J… JayPark!? What are you doing? to let go of me! Are you crazy or how dare you enter the girls' restroom?!" "so jealous, after rose go out to eat with my best friend." I get goosebumps when I have to listen to this tone of his voice, obviously neither of us has anything to do with love affairs, jealous or not is his business, what does he have to say to me?! Not to mention that he has no right to forbid me from going with other people.

That night lots of things got lost from me, things that I didn't know I had, things that I don't want back, things I want to feel again. It's been a total of six months and five days since I exchanged vows and rings with Gianni and all my husband does is come home every day, showers, and then pushes himself inside me, and with two thrusts he's done, then he leaves me there and probably goes to his other lovers. The words of my mother float in my head- telling me that it is okay for a man to have other women even after he was married but a woman must stay completely devoted to him. This regime carries out every day and there is never a day where I don't feel utterly useless but still complete

I wanted to pull away, to hide from both their stares, but his grip was iron, unrelenting, holding me exactly where he wanted me. “She belongs to me now,” Kael continued, each word deliberate and measured, meant to hammer the point home like nails into a coffin. “Not you. Not Vale. Not anyone but me.” The possessiveness in his voice made my skin crawl. Not *with* him, not *to* him—*belonged* to him, like a horse or a sword or any other piece of property to be owned and used as he saw fit. The room felt smaller suddenly, the air heavier, until I thought I might suffocate under the weight of both their stares—one laced with impotent fury, the other with cruel po

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

His eyes fixed on me the entire time, and even though blank, cold, and emotionless. And yet… beneath that surface, I could still see that part of him that hadn't planned for all this, and then something else entirely. Possessiveness. Not loud. Not obvious. But there, quiet, firm, undeniable. Like a silent claim. Like he had already drawn a line the moment I appeared, staking his ground, marking what was his without a single word. A warning. Clear enough for anyone watching to understand, that no one comes close or touches that which was his.

He wasn’t drunk yet today, but the alcohol was surely making itself known. “Wow, I knew you were kinky, but…damn!” I smirked, teasing him a bit just to see him fumble. “This is a whole new level.” But instead of his usual shy, stuttering demeanor, he looked up into my eyes, holding my gaze as he spoke next. “It’s not kinky, it’s called being possessive.” He said fearlessly. “I don’t want to share your laughter, you happiness with anyone else. If they see it, they will want to be with you…and I don’t want that to happen.”