Thomas Possessive Novels & Stories

Then i'd wrap them up and lead them to the door after paying them generously. But not Noelle, she was innocent, and a precious piece of stone that i'd never want to let go of. She arose a fire in my body that wasn't going to go out for now or ever. I was always driven at a quote that whatver I wanted I had to have willingly or forcefully. And within this time I will make Noelle mine. She will be my possesion and a good one too. I'd make damn sure of it. "Gentlemen," I greeted. "I have little to no time to waste so please get this meeting on role I have a lot more things to tend to at this moment,"

Marcel was sure he was over Clara, his mind wanted to believe it. Yet Clara kept on appearing on his mind that night as he was laying on his bed. The guilt he had tried to remove returned. On the other side of the bed, Giselle had been fast asleep, she laid beside him with other of her arms squeezing his left arm. Even when she was asleep, she was still as possessive toward him. What could he expect, he was her prized possession. But did he really wanted to be that to her? Marcel tried to close his eyes without imagining anything yet he failed miserably.

We stood in the training field for a moment, the morning light strengthening around us, the particular quiet warmth of two men who had built something real between them out of difficult circumstances and unlikely beginnings. “Will you give a toast?” I asked. “When we marry. If she says yes.” “She will say yes,” Thomas said, with the particular certainty of a father who knew his daughter completely. “And yes, I will give a toast.” He paused. “It will probably embarrass you both extensively. I have spent months collecting material.” “I look forward to it,” I said, and meant it. Thomas I watched him walk back toward the pack house, the particular lighter step of a man who had just received some

The place where it once beat is now just a black hole, only glow faintly at the sound of that word. Kyle Branson. Perhaps this is the ultimate ending. Thomas is good, very good, more than good. He is the perfect lover. I gently kiss and caress Thomas, and perhaps in a few years, I will accept his proposal. Then, in a few more years, I may have new children.

Frank’s office smelled faintly of cedarwood and coffee that morning, and his rare smile told Maxine something good was coming. She stood before his large oak desk as he flipped through a folder, finally closing it with a satisfied nod. “Thomas’s mansion is finally complete,” he announced, his tone carrying the satisfaction of a man who’d seen months of hard work pay off. “You did well, Maxine. The design turned out even better than I imagined.”

"She isn't property." "In this business? Don't be a martyr. She's a chip." "I'm keeping her here because she's safe," I say. But the word 'safe' feels like a lie in this house. "Safe?" Thomas scoffs. "No one is safe in this family." He stands up, brushing a stray hair off his lapel. "Well, return the property back to the original owner or..." My blood boils in anger. "Or what? And I've told you she isn't property."

Thomas grumbled. Ophelia's phone dinged. "Oh it's my god." Thomas frowned, taking her phone. Are you coming into work, Songbird? "Does he always text like that?" Thomas asked. "Full, grammatically correct sentences?" "Yes," she said simply. "Pfft. Even I don't talk like that and I'm a history professor," he chuckled. "Songbird. Is that what he calls you?" Thomas asked. "Yes. But sometimes he calls me a greedy cat. And I like that too."

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

I narrowed my eyes as she smiled. “Thomas is not a good man. Thomas is somebody who likes to use people, likes to threaten them, likes to make them feel worthless. And if Thomas finds you a threat, trust me, you are not safe in this pack.” I scoffed. “I have been in worse situations. Thomas cannot do anything.”

, she said fiercely. I looked at her speechless not knowing what to say. "It's because of you, he rejected me", she said angrily. I tried not to laugh but managed to keep a serious face. " Don't you dare me", she said hotly. "Are you threatening me", I fired back at her. She looked somewhat intimated , the way I spoke to her. "See , I didn't steal anything from anyone, am just on my own", I said harshly to her.