Possessiveness Novels & Stories

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.

, she said fiercely. I looked at her speechless not knowing what to say. "It's because of you, he rejected me", she said angrily. I tried not to laugh but managed to keep a serious face. " Don't you dare me", she said hotly. "Are you threatening me", I fired back at her. She looked somewhat intimated , the way I spoke to her. "See , I didn't steal anything from anyone, am just on my own", I said harshly to her.

"You are thinking like a businessman. You are thinking of 'claiming' and 'possessing.' But you aren't dealing with a company you can hostilely takeover." ​I gripped the edge of my mahogany desk until my knuckles turned white. "He’s my son, Lola. My blood is in his veins. I’ve lost three years—" ​"And you will lose a lifetime if you storm in there with your checkbook and your arrogance," she interrupted, her voice as cold as the Swiss air. "Take it slow. If you try to force your way back, she will vanish again, and this time, she will make sure you never find a single footprint."

“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.”

He then spoke with an undertone of possessiveness that would send a shiver down anyone's spine. "You belong to me now, sweetheart, solely mine. Any man who dares to lay claim to you will incur my relentless fury. No one will take you away from me. Not even God himself."

“Because he’s threatening what’s mine.” I hesitate. “Including me?” He doesn’t answer immediately, but something flares in his gaze. “Especially you.” I suck in a breath. “You know he’ll use me, right? As leverage. As a distraction. Whatever it takes.” His voice drops. “Then he’ll learn what happens when someone touches what belongs to me.” There it is again—that possessive streak. But this time, it doesn’t come off as suffocating. It’s protective. Anchored. Like he’s not just defending his territory… but his person.

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