Novel & Cerita Possessiveness

From the beast inside me she had somehow—unleashed. Possessiveness clawed through me. I’d never felt it before. A brutal, consuming need to make her mine in every possible way. I didn’t want her lips on another man’s cock. I didn’t want her moaning anyone else’s name. I didn’t even want her looking at another man. I’d kill any man who even thought of touching her. She would belong to me. Mine to claim. Mine to ruin. Mine to worship. Mine to fuck until she forgot her own name.

** I swear, if she asks me, I will kill these people who want to take her away from me, and if she has a lover, then I will kill him so that she only looks at me ** After these thoughts, he was short of breath wondering where he got such possessiveness towards a young woman he met a few hours ago. Then he thought about it and came to the conclusion that it must be a natural reflex linked to his too-long solitude and the sudden loss of those who were dear to him. He has become possessive and obsessive because of it, to the point where anything he feels belongs to him is not allowed to leave him. And since he made Luxiana his servant, she, therefore, has no righ

He then spoke" look emliy I am soo soo soo sorry ,I really am .but I am very possessive about you understand that .I cant see you near any man." "I am really sorry ,but I promise as long as you don't get me jealous .I will keep my anger under control." I then spoke softly " you promise." ""Yes I do." "Ok I accept your apology." As soon as I said that ,he immediately hugged me tightly. Do comment guys Guys pleas comment 🥺🥺😘😘

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace

The possessiveness hit me hard, twisting in my gut like a knife. “Fuck me,” I muttered to myself, knowing I shouldn’t feel this way. But I did. And I couldn’t stop it. I looked down at Delilah, who still had her head resting on my chest, her soft bare breasts pressed against my side. Her skin was warm and smooth against mine. I ran my fingers slowly up and down her back, tracing her spine. This moment felt too good. I couldn’t believe how we had gotten here, but now that we had crossed the line, a deep, dark part of me knew I couldn’t go back. I wanted her—all of her. Every smile, every tear, every inch of this body. No other man was ever touching her again. S

Or maybe it was just him drinking to forget something. After taking a big gulp of the drink, he turned toward me and sat down in an armchair across from me. He placed the glass on the coffee table and leaned forward slightly. I couldn't quite decipher his features because they were too dark. His expression was blank yet stern at the same time. "I don't want you to get drunk," he finally said. "But you drink," I argued. "Not for fun," he answered. "Not for pleasure. It just feels good to let loose sometimes. Besides, I can't afford to lose any control tonight."

With his hand around my throat and my wrists bound, I’m completely at his mercy right now again. “Look at who owns you, Little mouse, " he said and if it was in the past, I would have told him he is wrong but right now, I didn't have time for an argument. “Look at how your body submits to me as if it were made for me. You are mine and you will always be fucking mine.” Liam said and I want to admit that he is actually jealous of the male friends around me. What level of possessiveness is this? “ You’ll never belong to anyone else but me, little mouse.”

Why keep hurting her without even realizing it? The thoughts circled endlessly in my head, one after another, until they became almost impossible to ignore. Every question only fueled the possessiveness rising inside me. Without realizing it, I clenched my fists even tighter by my sides, my nails pressing hard against my palms. The only desire I had now was to claim my mate for myself. Nothing else mattered anymore. And honestly, I no longer cared what method would be necessary to make that happen. The possessiveness inside me had grown far beyond reason already. The thought of Ann belonging to someone else irritated me in ways

I am becoming possessive. The idea pounds against my temples, heavy and true. It's no longer mere pleasure. It's appropriation. When she looks elsewhere, when her mind seems to fly away from me, even for an instant, a cold rage twists my guts. When another man's eyes rest on her too long, my fingers clench. The idea that she might one day walk out that door, toward a life where I would not be, is no longer a simple logical conclusion of a bargain. It is an intolerable thought. An anticipated tearing apart. She is no longer a fleeting moment. She has become the moment. The only one.

She knew she was far below his standard but it didn't mean he had the right to derogate her over and over again. “Every breath you take belongs to me, princess. Your mind, your soul and…” he paused, twisting the dagger of apprehension deeper into her stomach. An edge of dominance laced his voice, his tone thick with sheer possessiveness as he continued, “and your body. I own it all.” She felt her breath stutter. His claim of ownership on her wrapped around her like a constricting snake. Perhaps, he had the right. Money buys you everything- from status, dreams to the right to insult others.