Why Am I So Possessive Novels & Stories

Why keep hurting her without even realizing it? The thoughts circled endlessly in my head, one after another, until they became almost impossible to ignore. Every question only fueled the possessiveness rising inside me. Without realizing it, I clenched my fists even tighter by my sides, my nails pressing hard against my palms. The only desire I had now was to claim my mate for myself. Nothing else mattered anymore. And honestly, I no longer cared what method would be necessary to make that happen. The possessiveness inside me had grown far beyond reason already. The thought of Ann belonging to someone else irritated me in ways I could barely explain. It felt wrong. Completely wrong.

Abram~ Honey brown eyes stared at me, without any ounce of emotion. And I stared back. "So, you came for therapy because you are possessive of your wife?" The psychologist asked with astonishment in his voice. I nodded. "But women like it when their partners are possessive of them or are obsessed with them". He said as if it is the matter of fact. I don't know about other women but my madness is hurting my pigeon. It is distancing my wife away from me.

“No share.” I giggled, kissing him as he grunted again, squeezing my ass. I don’t mind a mild possessive attitude. It’s when a guy gets too possessive, like controlling, that I don’t like. No one gets to control what I do, when I do something, and never what I wear. It’s bad enough my mother thinks she can control those things. I am never letting a man get away with it.

Every fiber of his being rebelled against the idea of someone else touching what he deemed his property, and his anger bubbled like molten lava, threatening to erupt at any moment. In Adam's mind, Ayana was not just a woman he cared for; she was his—his to protect, his to possess, his to control. The thought of her being with another man ignited a possessive streak within him, driving him to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his, by any means necessary. His rationality was overshadowed by an overwhelming sense of entitlement, a belief that Ayana belonged to him and him alone. This possessiveness consumed him, clouding his judgment and driving him to act impulsively in his quest to recl

I sighed and pulled her in a hug saying, "You won't ever lose them and I would make sure of it." Yes, I would never let her be broken if ever her friends would try to break a friendship with her, I would make sure that they regret it. "And I am sorry but you know I get possessive. I know you don't have any feelings for him yet I can't help myself. It is like I get out of control whenever such an odd situation comes before me." "You should understand me as you also get insecure and that too without any valid reason," I said. "You are unbelievable. You should have said that you won't ever repeat such things but here you are justifying your deeds," she said, breaking a hug.

“You want me to be possessive, territorial, pushy, and all of that?” “What I want is for you to be who you are in all ways. Well except pushing me to come home, and not finish my education, of course. In every other way, stop fighting yourself.” “So you’re saying if some male hits on you, or tries to take you from me, you want me to get all possessive, jealous, and possibly hurt him?” “Well if you could keep from hurting another that would be good. Otherwise, yes I do.” “Why?” “Because it’s who you are.”

Wesley's question left Avery silent for a moment. "Have you ever loved somebody, Wesley?" Avery asked quietly. "If you have, then you probably won't have such a tough time understanding how I'm feeling." Wesley shook his head. "You become possessive when you love someone. I want everything he owns, and I want to be the only one he sees. Most importantly, I want the relationship to have no reservations," Avery said. Then she smiled and continued, "You've seen it yourself. He has Shea, and he's willing to sell himself out for her treatment."

“Whatever makes you sleep at night.” “I really am not, Noah,” he insisted. He was so obvious, yet why wouldn’t he just admit it? What was stopping him? His damn ego? “Really?” I prodded, leaning slightly forward. “Definitely.” He was in denial, but I wasn’t blind or dense. I caught the faint traces of possessiveness and irritation whenever someone got near me. He’d grown more possessive over the past weeks. Aggressive, even. He wasn’t even trying to hide it every single time, so why was he acting like this now?

he began, his voice low and steady "When you overheard my and Anay's conversation....I didn't defend myself... because I did intentionally come close to you and it was the truth.... because I did want to claim you...and in my view it wasn't wrong because in my opinion the day I got married to you , you became mine ,your body , soul , your thinking everything was mine ..I wasn't going to leave you , nor I was going to misbehave with you in future or anything like that ...I just wanted to become your husband in true sense... that's all my intentions were with you... He paused, searching her eyes for understanding. “I’ve always felt this possessiveness over you. Since the day you entered my lif

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.