Romance Novels Possessive Hero Novels & Stories

Elies couldn’t walk down the hallway without hearing whispers and seeing curious stares. She found refuge at her usual table with Jenna, who was doing her best to cheer her up. “Honestly, Damien’s possessiveness is kind of… hot,” Jenna admitted, earning a glare from Elies. “I’m just saying! He’s like one of those brooding bad boys in romance novels.” “He’s insufferable,” Elies muttered, stabbing her salad with unnecessary force. “Maybe,” Jenna said with a shrug. “But he’s clearly into you.” “That doesn’t make it okay,” Elies argued.

they belong to us. Erasmus is right; she belongs to him and her wolf belongs to Erasmus, he claimed her that night, and his claim still remains valid so long as she isn’t joined to another. She is his, she belongs to him, and he’ll be damned before he lets anyone else have her… or kill her.

Primal. I wasn’t sure what that said about me — that I found his violence and dominance and possessiveness sexy and protective. But I didn’t care. Perhaps it was because he still regarded me as a person, as my own being. It wasn’t a possessiveness that owned, that commanded, but a possessiveness that cherished and consumed. It was a possession of equality — he was mine as much as I was his. And it was a mutual possession. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. And I’d never wanted that with anyone else.

Theo stepped around the desk and moved closer, his presence suffocating, commanding. “This isn’t forever,” he said. “But while you’re here, while you’re mine—there are rules.” She flinched at the word. “Mine?” she echoed bitterly. “Is that what this is? Ownership?” He tilted his head, studying her with those unreadable, storm-dark eyes. “No. It’s protection. But yes, I’m possessive. I don’t deny it. And I don’t like the idea of you running again. I won’t have it.”

“It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully” I know how possessive I sound now, but I can’t care less. My mate just informed me I’m all alone in the race to win her heart, body, and soul. I lick my lips, my vision getting filled with an intense cloud of lust that rakes my entire body. Fuck! ‘I guess…’ Oh, baby sugar. You’re mine to own, dominate, and feast on to my utmost pleasure. The innate desire for this daring woman has a thrilling shiver race down to my groin and I press my thighs together, loving every feel of it.

She is so perfect, so fucking amazing. If I were stupid enough to believe in true love, I would have said that she was my soul mate, I would have said that she was that special person made just for me. But I’m nothing like that, deep inside in my heart, I have a strong desire to dominate and subdue her. As I kept watching her, my desire to control and possess her was quietly growing. I want to keep her in my house as my pet. Her only job will be to satisfy me and make me happy.

Her emotions were overwhelming, but her desire to possess and conquer Aaron was getting higher and higher. "Just watch, I'll make you kneel at my feet," Tifanny muttered softly.

I’m trying to seduce him just to be noticed but i couldn’t believe that we just have sex too. I just hope that we can still have sex even just his fucking slut, I don’t see my self as a slut but for him. I will do anything, My love for him is really strong. And I can’t help it. He’s living like a god he’s so handsome. I wish He could love me back. ****** A days past I heard that Hiro’s left and move in to a condo. I immediately got dressed and looked for Hiro's condo but with so many condos in this area I could not find it immediately until nightfall when I asked his male friend where he was, He immediately told it out to me. .

I was ready to learn what other women knew, the feeling of a man touching her, teasing her, loving her, and being inside her. I read books and watched movies. Now, I wanted to learn for myself, to experience what I’d only imagined. I wanted to be the heroine in my own story with the hero of my choosing. Dante’s lips took mine—strong and possessive. He wasn’t staking his claim. That he’d already done. Dante was declaring me for himself. I was his, the deal signed, the ring in place. My hands climbed his broad shoulders higher to his thick neck, and up to his wavy dark mane. I took in his scent of leather, spice, and enough gunpowder to add the hint of danger.

Dante. “She really went through with it, I guess I owe you $10k.” Enzo mused, staring at the newlywed in shock. “I’ll never understand these innocent girls have for men like Kaden, it’s like a wolf keeping a sheep as a pet.” He was right, while I understood the appeal of opposites attracting, the couple before us looked like a tragedy waiting to happen and we all knew who the victim would be. I never understood why people would put themselves in such a vulnerable situation in the name of love. Kaden was like an exposed live wire, the smallest stimulation would result in an uncontrollable explosion, and boy did he love to explode.