Novel & Cerita Wattpad Possessive

There's room for both of us. Paige climbs in. I climb in beside her. "This is ours," she whispers. "This is ours," I say. She falls asleep. Her hand in mine. I stay awake a little longer. Watching the city. Watching her. This is ours. I never thought I'd have this. But now that I do, I'm never letting go.

~ After class Haya and Tora went straight back to the library to survey and complete assignments. "Ahh, my brain ache." Haya griped as she took a gander at the wireless to actually look at that time. "Eighty-three, aren't we home yet?" Haya asked Tora simply. "Have you finished our work?" Tora asked him. "I do have two unanswered questions. ”said Haya. Tora handed Haya her newspaper. "Here, double it, so we can go home." said the Torah. "In fact?!" Haya said happily and Haya was empowered by what she heard.

A broken Forever shined back and forth *** We are close to the end of Book 1. I will start loading book 2 in this same book so you can just flip right into it. It is already completed and I’ll keep with updating about 5 chapters a day. Thank you all so much that have read this far and I hope you enjoyed. Adding book to your library and gems help me as an author to promote book and rankings. Thank you for all that have already done this :) I have more books on W A T T PAD that you can read for free if you want to check out too. Phoebe Phoenix is my pen name and these books titles are there too (they aren’t free to read though) if you want to check out other works by me. ***

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He was always been tricky but I never imagined that he's better than what he really is. " Now that everything was settled, I shall continue my main purpose. " He said then cuddled me from the side. As our skin touches, the string of our connection gives me goosebumps. " That is to own you.... Officially. " **** A/N: Hello! Sorry for the rush. My other story is already updated and my story " The possessive Alpha " will be publish soon. I was just so happy because when I posted the synopsis in F* group, one of a known author chatted me and told me that it was great and she will follow it. Hope you too! Hehehe...

I passed him a faint smile and nodded. We were having waffles and coffee and he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me before?” “I never thought he would go this far to get me.” I replied. “But why is he so possessive over you?” “He calls me his mate. His possession.” I said, looking down. “If he came to know. I came here, I don’t know what he will do to me.”

But in Ailee's heart there was still one question she hadn't asked. "Aaron," she said softly, "when you married Tifanny... was she also your Luna?" Ailee had known that term from Mrs. Lyana, Luna was the Alpha's companion like Aaron and his father, let's say the Alpha's partner, and Luna's responsibility was just as great as the Alpha, not limited to being a wife or a mother, but there was a Pack that also depended on her.

One day as his mate, and he’s already possessive. Damn wolves.

Bridgett "And that includes you." His breath ghosted over my skin, hot and possessive. I shivered, unable to help it. The air between us crackled with a tension that was partly fear, partly gratitude, and mostly something else—something primal that I refused to name. I turned in his arms, pushing against his chest to create space. "I am not a possession, Jordan. You can’t just claim people like you claim companies." "Can’t I?" He arched a dark eyebrow, his eyes still swirling with the remnants of his wolf's gold. "I just defended our cubs. I just kicked my VP out of my house for you. In my world, Bridgett, that is a claim."

It was delivered not in a shout, but in a low, resonant, utterly certain whisper that carried the weight of absolute truth. “You’re mine. That’s who.” The words were not possessive in a romance, cliche way. They were possessive the way a king lays claim to land. The way a master sculptor lays claim to the clay. It was a declaration of creation, of fact, of sole ownership.