Thomas Possessive Novels & Stories

“Don’t ever let another man touch you again.” The words landed, hot and dangerous, and she felt the weight of his claim. Her lips parted instinctively, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. When he kissed her again, it was different. It came with a possessive pull, hungry, claiming, yet conflicted. She tasted him, the faint cologne tinged with the warmth of him, and something she couldn't explain, something uniquely Thomas—painfully thrilling. Her own faint sweetness clung to him, and he inhaled it, groaning against her mouth, unable to restrain the fire coursing through him.

"We just came in yesterday, and we're going to stay here for sometime." "Ace," She slaps her fingers together with fake glee. "So when are you guys coming over to my place. Thomas owns a pub and an off lincense down town. He dropped out of college on his second year and decided to go into business." "Whoa, I thought the mate was going to be a Reverend Father." "Tosh, the wazzock got knackered." She rolls her big eyes in their sockets. A grin spreads across his face as he shoves his fists into his pants. "Still so gobby I see."

"What do you want, Alex? If you're here to ask me to go back, my answer is no. "Go back for your brother's sake, Athena, and you signed a contract. You know what will happen if you breach the contract." "Are you threatening her? You know, mister, just because you are rich, you think you can bully the poor like us? Why is Mr. Anderson doing this to Athena? Does this heartless man enjoy making her suffer every day? Can't he see that she is already suffering? She's already struggling because they are orphans; why add more to her plate?"

No one else has. Honestly, I have never been possessive over a guy, even to the past two boyfriends I had before. Only Carter has awakened different things in me that I myself hadn't discovered before I met him. It’s crazy, right. But what can I do? I am whipped. He is like a very sweet drug yet dangerous at the same time. “I’m sorry to interrupt your sweet scene, lovey-dovey, but Emery told me to interrupt you and get inside already,” Thomas said. Still grinning. My cheeks heated more because of his playful grin.

His presence pressed outward, testing, claiming. "I confess, I did not anticipate encountering you on my property," he continued, his tone light, his eyes briefly scanning Sera with possessiveness and scrutiny before returning to Talia. Talia interjected, "In fact, technically, this is my land. It has been inherited from my father." Thomas proceeded as if her words had not been uttered. "Out on a clandestine nocturnal visit to my cherished mate, are we?" He turned his head slowly and looked at Sera, “Mate. Is there something I need to know?” eyebrow raised, suggestive, arrogant, a—hole Talia thought.

I gathered the courage to speak. His lips curled into a wicked smile as if he derived pleasure from seeing me tense. “Since you say I don't own you. You think you can just leave? You think you can walk out of my life and I’ll let you? You’re mine, Lillian. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” “I am not your possession.” I spoke gently, my body already giving in to his grip. I used all of my strength to press his chest, but it didn't move him. Instead, his grip tightened on my waist. My body became immovable.

They would see her as leverage. Or threat. Or prize. The thought alone made something savage stir beneath my skin. Mine. The possessive instinct hit hard enough that I immediately shoved it back down. Liora noticed anyway. Of course she did. Her gaze narrowed slightly. “What?” “Nothing.” “That’s a lie.” Thomas looked between us once and immediately backed toward the door. “I’m going to leave before this becomes emotionally complicated again.” “Coward,” Liora muttered. “Alive coward,” he corrected before disappearing.

Thomas sneered to whoever was at the end of the call. Fuck. This man is not who he claims to me. No wonder my guts did not seat well with his offer. He is a big scam. He wants to destroy Braden. "You see this entire property of his? I will get it baby. Just give me two weeks. In those two weeks, I will make Braden sign away his wealth and assets to me. And then I and you will live and thrive on it. We will build our own empire together" Thomas let out a maniac laugh.

“We need the true Duke of Dunhill to lead the Dunhill region, which is currently under the leadership of Her Grace, Duchess Venessa.” “You’ve probably met Shelden, haven’t you?” “Shelden is her right-hand man. Her Grace Venessa has finally decided to come out of hiding. She came to apologize to Thomas, your father’s younger brother, who was the Duke of Dunhill at the time. They used to be a married couple. But Venessa’s anarchic actions were truly unforgivable. Until finally Venessa fled, and then after Shelden’s death, she appeared at the palace with such dramatic words of regret. Winning back the heart of the late His Grace Thomas.”

he growled. “None of your business,” I stated. “It is my business,” Cale replied, “I’m your m-- Alpha.” “Right. Mr. Alpha, I will do whatever the hell I want, and this is my house. You cannot stop me.” “Lisa,” he sounded exasperated, “Why are you so stubborn?” “Cale,” I rolled my eyes at him, “Please leave me be. You came here for pack business, not as my personal bodyguard. See you later.”