Romance Novels Possessive Hero Novels & Stories

I hovered above her, "You will stay away from him. If you dare to look at him again, then I will pull out your eyeballs, you witch." Before I could grab her neck, I felt an arm around my waist. Someone was pulling me away from her. I screamed hysterically at her as someone dragged me away from there, and I could hear gasps and whispers from those around me. So, how is this chapter, my beautiful readers? Do you all like over-possessive Emberly, this is very different from your typical female leads, as, in almost all romance books, men are possessive over girls, but here I tried a new concept. My female lead is the possessive girl for her man in my story.

My mate was unreasonable and possessive. I have dropped the link below, feel free to check it out https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000018460/null/ECHOED-HEARTBEAT

Arka brushed Bima’s damp hair back from his forehead and pressed his lips firmly against Bima’s still-burning skin. The kiss lingered for a long, agonizing moment. Arka closed his eyes, greedily inhaling the scent of Bima’s body mixed with the sharp smell of medicine and sweat. It wasn’t a kiss born of lust, but a solemn vow. A seal of absolute ownership stronger than any physical mark he had ever branded into Bima’s skin. "You belong to me, Bima. Even this fever doesn’t have the right to hurt you without my permission," Arka whispered directly against his skin, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly dark possessiveness.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

“Inspiration doesn’t wait. Besides, you say things too good to waste. Like the coffee brooding? That was gold.” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he ordered two coffees. We grabbed a corner table, Goose still stealing glances from half the café. “So, what’s this book about?” Ace asked once we sat. “Cat shifters,” I said without hesitation. “Epic romance. Sarcastic hero, rambly heroine, lots of claws and passion.” Ace raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” My cheeks burned. “Coincidence.”

“Answer me.” Her brown eyes flashed with defiance. “And if I do?” A sharp, possessive anger clawed at my insides. I reached out, my fingers brushing her chin, tilting her face up to mine. “You forget, Isabella—you’re a married woman.” She let out a dry laugh, stepping back, breaking my hold. “Oh? Now my marriage matters to you?” I didn’t like the mocking edge in her voice. “I don’t like my things being touched by others.”

I gave him a small smile as I met his worried eyes. "So you still remember that I’m the one you were supposed to marry." "What are you talking about? Of course, I remember." He pulled out a small ring box. "Look. I picked this just for you. The design is one-of-a-kind, and the diamond sparkles—just like you. Isn’t it beautiful? "You’re my entire world, Isabel. You’re the most important person in my life. No one else compares." He showered me with sweet words. I could feel his affection for me.

“Two weeks ago I finished a historical romance novel. Then I planned to read another one. Went to the bookstore and bought a new one.” “I don’t want to hear you say this is a coincidence. But yes, I’m reading the book ‘The Captive of the Demigod.’ In my opinion, there are no winged humans, unless it’s fiction like this. If you still believe what that brat of yours says, what’s in your head is completely nonsensical,” Anna insisted. She knew full well Pandora shouldn’t argue. “Alright, Aceli, just forget it.” Because that’s exactly what Pandora was going to do. She closed the black box tightly and put it inside Aceli’s bag.

That hurts her. I see it. Immediately. But I don’t stop. “Because none of that changes one thing.” Her voice trembles. “What?” I step closer. Slow. Deliberate. Dangerously calm. “You’re mine to protect.” Silence. Heavy. Loaded. Not possession. Not control. Something else. Something deeper. Something that doesn’t let go. Her eyes widen slightly. Not fear. Not rejection. Recognition. “You don’t get to say that like it’s simple,” she whispers.

But now that I thought of it, there was literally no value that I could offer him. I took steps back, but he suddenly curved his arms around my waist and pulled me to himself. "Don't you understand what I mean when I say you are mine?" "I don't," I answered, breathing in his sweet scent since I had been pressed to his body. "It means your body, your soul, and your being is mine. I own you. I may not have feelings for you, but no other man in the world is permitted to have feelings for you. No man can touch you……no man! Only me, Roberto Alessandro, has the right to your body. Only me!" he said, and there was a look of possessiveness on his face.