Why Am I So Possessive Novels & Stories

It had me wondering what had happened to him in the past to make him like this. I couldn’t help it if his aloof qualities made him that much more appealing to me though. I smiled at his kind words. This must mean he approves of me. Good. “I really do care for him.” I said back. “I know, I can tell. You and him have a rather strange relationship.” He said, and then he paused for a moment. Then he kept going. “I am a very possessive person. When something is mine, it is fully mine. I’m not one to share.” He said. I fully understood this. I couldn’t imagine his eyes ever actually wandering.

Why I am behaving like. I am possessive toward her.

I was stunned after listening to him. “Scott you misunderstood it, he doesn't love me. He is just possessive about me, nothing else,” I said while smiling in nervousness and disbelief. He smiled at me and said, “Possessiveness comes from the person who is madly in love with you.” He doesn't love me. Scott is misunderstanding everything.

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

And yet it feels claimed in a way that has nothing to do with teeth or skin. The idea lands fully this time, no sliding past it. And instead of panic, there is want. Clear. Focused. Almost embarrassingly simple. I want the world to know I am his. I want it to be obvious in the way people look at us, in the pause before someone speaks to him, in the instinctive step back others take when they realize I am not unattached, not unchosen. I want them to see him as mine too. That part surprises me. Not the wanting him, that has always been there, but the possessiveness. It is not sharp or ugly. It feels protective, almost tender. Like my wolf curling around the idea of him and deciding this is som

With his hand around my throat and my wrists bound, I’m completely at his mercy right now again. “Look at who owns you, Little mouse, " he said and if it was in the past, I would have told him he is wrong but right now, I didn't have time for an argument. “Look at how your body submits to me as if it were made for me. You are mine and you will always be fucking mine.” Liam said and I want to admit that he is actually jealous of the male friends around me. What level of possessiveness is this? “ You’ll never belong to anyone else but me, little mouse.”

"I bought that place. You also have no clothes, no job, no phone, and won't survive a day if you should leave." "What?" "Yes, it is a way to make sure I have you under my control. This is how I exhibit dominance. Your life belongs to me, Miss Smith, and if you think that you can try to escape me. You have another thing coming, those security at the gate aren't keep anyone out, but to keep you in." I can feel tears welding up in my eyes. 'What have I got myself into?' "Next time, learn to not be so envious of another woman. You never know what they are gong through in their relationship."

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.

I'm sure that I have seen her being jealous with my own eyes; and if there is nothing in her heart for me, then why… Why was she getting jealous in the first place? I have to talk to her, I have to ask her this question directly… What if everything falls in my favor, and I finally get what I have been longing for, for so long? Because there is no way I have mistaken that look in her eyes. And the only reason someone would feel jealous over such a thing, is because they still have a sense of possession towards that person… and for the period I have known Emily, I know she is extremely possessive about everything she considers hers… everything she is attached to.

“But this is where I'm not a good person, Leah. I will not hesitate to kill anyone who tries to take you from me.” The honesty of it hit me square in the chest. Not the violence in the words, but the vulnerability behind them. This was a man who had held my dead body in his arms and felt the bond between us shatter. The possessiveness wasn't born from ego. It was born from the memory of losing me and the absolute refusal to survive it again. “I need you,” he continued, his thumb tracing my jaw, “on a level that matters more than everything and anything. I’m selfish when it comes to you. Possessive. And I'm a complete pushover for anything you want.”