Scorpio Possessive Novels & Stories

I was pacing in his living room, he was shirtless and had a sweatpant on, Tristan had a tattoo on one side of his chest, it ran all the way to his back and the side of his neck. "I'm not okay Tris" I breath out. "Hey chill, sit down before you hurt yourself, what's wrong"? He asked sitting with me "It's Ethan" I voiced out and he scrunched up his brows "What did he do"? He asked "Nothing, Tris he hasn't done anything and that's what's scaring me, ever since that flashdrive thing, he has just been quiet" I told him "Okayyyy isn't that a good thing"? He asked obviously confused

And she can’t possibly tell them that she is ‘Shadow. In the underworld, Shadow is well known for being able to obtain information that even an influential person cannot. She is able to provide information about a needle in a haystack and its exact position. Aurora herself is just amazed by how capable her friend is.

I think I would submit to her aswell. "No, you're not stealing him from us," Chase mutters, pulling her off me. "I think I quite like the idea of pegging," I smirk and he groans. "I'll fuck you later, baby; then you don't need a rubber dick; stop seriously." He glares at me, and there it is. His possessive side is the side that of him that doesn't like to share. It's the side that I fell for, pulled me in, and kept me there.

If he wanted to show her portals, let him. “You trust me?” she asked, eyes fixed on his. He leaned forward, oblivious. “Yes, I can tell when a person is mine.” There it was, the rhythm she’d been waiting for. He felt possession as a reward. Pride in ownership softened his cruelty. If he believed she was "his," he would yield things in service of that possession: documents, numbers, schedules. He'd show her the inner workings as if to brag. She would gather them, tuck them away, and feed them back to Jaxon when she could.

"I mean, is he always like this? Like bossy?" Nonna Luisa finally stopped what she was doing and turned to Calla, a faint smile on her face. "Bossy? No. Protective, sì," she replied with a shrug. That wasn’t the reply Calla was looking for, and in what world is Rico protective? That monster of a man was not protective—he was just… possessive. The kind who’d keep you locked up somewhere fancy and call it caring, who’d scare off anyone who came too close, but never bother to ask if you wanted him to in the first place.

"I don't share what belongs to me‚ Skye. You are mine. All of you. Every inch‚ every breath‚ every heartbeat. Mine. And I am yours. All of me. But I don't like when other men put their hands on my woman. I don't tolerate it." My eyes dropped to her neck. She had covered my mark with a scarf. Something about that made the possessiveness in me burn even hotter. I brought my hand up slowly and hooked my finger under the silk fabric. She didn't stop me as I pulled it loose and let it fall to the floor between us.

Dianna explained and was sorry. She gave him a sweet, comforting smile while her hands rested on his lap. Until Klaud stopped the car, cupped her soft, flawless cheeks. "Why did you stop? I thought we are in a hurry?" She looked at him confusingly, but he remained silent. There was something in his eyes that made her knees weak and tremble. "I can't help but look at you every second! I... I want to hold you! I... want to feel you, Dianna, and I don't know what is happening to me! I... I became possessive of you...,"

God, he is crazy and why I have never seen this before? "You are not my property, neither I am yours" I whispered and a loud sob escape through my chest. Suddenly he grabbed me by my arms, his face dangerously close to mine, his hot rugged breath fanning on my face. "You are my property, only fucking mine get that in your fucking head" he spat, his voice held dangerous possessiveness for me. He is scary. I am scared of him. His obsession, his possessiveness has ruined every good thing we could have had.

They keep saying it like it’s a declaration. Like it holds power. “Mine.” As if I’m a piece of territory to be claimed. As if I’m some prize they found in the ruins of a battlefield. First Marcus, then Sebastian—both so different, and yet… echoing the same possessive word. Mine. But here’s the truth neither of them understands yet. It’s not them who owns me. It’s me… who owns them.

My breathing is ragged,pissed off that he stopped. “You can’t fully claim me as yours” “You act as if that’s gonna stop me.I think you underestimate just how far I’ll go to prove that you’re mine now.” I just wanted him to continue so I gave in. “I’m…yours”. “Damn right.Mine.Now and always Tiana.” The way he says it feels less like possession and more like a vow.