Possessiveness Novels & Stories

If any man, especially a younger or more relaxed one, tried to speak to her directly, Calleb would intercept with a technical question or a dry comment, redirecting the conversation with absolute, murderous mastery. The possessiveness was discreet, never obvious to the inattentive. Never a prolonged touch, never a word of jealousy. It was in the way he occupied space, how his body always positioned itself between her and other men. It was in the tone of voice he used when referring to her, a tone of absolute ownership. It was in the look he gave her when she thought about stepping away to get another canapé—a look that froze her in place.

Ace said in a threatening yet soft tone which made her remember the old days. "I think you have forgotten. So, let me remind you it again. Always remember this baby girl, you are mine. Mine to touch. Mine to love. And I will not let any other touch what only belongs to me. I won't mind to burn them alive. Trust me, baby girl, I am very possessive when it comes to my things. And you are my woman. The mother of my babies then imagine how much possessive I am about you? The moment my eyes had fallen on you, from the moment you were mine. And I do not share what is mine. When I can not bear any cheap around you, and that bastard dares to propose to you in front of me then imaging what can I do w

“But this is where I'm not a good person, Leah. I will not hesitate to kill anyone who tries to take you from me.” The honesty of it hit me square in the chest. Not the violence in the words, but the vulnerability behind them. This was a man who had held my dead body in his arms and felt the bond between us shatter. The possessiveness wasn't born from ego. It was born from the memory of losing me and the absolute refusal to survive it again. “I need you,” he continued, his thumb tracing my jaw, “on a level that matters more than everything and anything. I’m selfish when it comes to you. Possessive. And I'm a complete pushover for anything you want.”

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

"Mars, don't let your mind wander into the dark. In this pack, results are the only thing that matters. We aren't crowning a Luna here; we're closing a deal. Grant respects competence. He sees your potential and he’s giving you a path. That’s all." "I suppose you're right. I knew him when we had nothing but textbooks. I should just be grateful to the Alpha." "I'm going. Get some sleep, Reed." "Jessa, answer me this: if a male is overly possessive, is that a sign of deep bonding or just a territorial instinct?" "Is the moon round? Of course! Possessiveness and passion are two sides of the same coin. He must be absolutely feral for the person he's guarding!" "Je

It was the first time that he would be touching my skin that wasn't my hand. "Why are you showing so much skin?" He whispered into my ear. I wanted to moan. Oh Lord help me, I was literally holding myself back not to moan. His voice elicit some type of desire within me. And the possessiveness in his voice didn't go unnoticed. Was he mad? "You don't like it? I can change it if you don't like it." I said quickly. Too quickly. His hand trailed every inches of my bare back,his breathes hitting my ear while I was dying not to moan and embarrass myself.

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.”

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.

He dropped my jaw, “this is the last time we are talking about this, understood?” I took a step back from him not liking this new side of him, he looked down at me and I nodded quickly, “I understand.” The rest of the night seemed to drag after our conversation. After we had returned downstairs Lucas had gone back to talking to his friends. I debated about pulling my phone out and playing a game or checking my email, anything to keep myself entertained. Looking down at Lucas's hand on my thigh I couldn't help but see it now as controlling, maybe even possessive. It was his way of letting everyone know that I was with him. You could see an air of authority around him that I had missed before.

“I’m doing this because I won’t let anyone disrespect what’s mine." Isabella felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She didn’t want to read too much into his words, but there was a possessiveness there that she hadn’t noticed before. Something that went beyond business. She didn’t want to confront it now, though. Not with everything else hanging in the air. “Mine?” she echoed quietly, almost to herself. It wasn’t lost on her that the term felt far too final, far too possessive for what they were—or maybe it was exactly the right word.