Novel & Cerita Why Am I So Possessive

"I haven't introduced you to the pack and I don't want any unmarked male staring at you or touching you." She scoffed, "Why?! You think I'm unfaithful!" "No babygirl, I just don't want any males around you okay? Now please don't make a scene right now at 9 am, it's too early for me." He groaned and she huffed. "You think I'm making a scene? Well, what about you? You being jealous of males." She spats. "Men's need to act possessive over their mate, it's called possessiveness and protective." He reasoned.

Another thing that’s been happening lately is that I’ve become extremely possessive of my apartment and Eli. Anytime I smell the women’s scents in here, and especially on Eli, I have the overwhelming need to scent him and my area, and I have no idea why. All I know is that I need to replace their scents with mine. Don’t even get me started on what happens if anyone besides Eli enters my bedroom. Sure, I was protective, heck, borderline paranoid, about who was allowed to come into my apartment and who I exposed Eli to, but this is almost an untamed, feral type of possessiveness.

“But, that’s not the biggest issue here.” “Yeah?” “He also happens to be very possessive. Of me.” “Possessive?” “Yeah. The kind where if he feels like I’m not paying attention to him or something, he acts up just so I can focus on him. Aaaaaand…it always works. My fault too.” In my head, I’m trying to connect the dots. “So you told me to wait because…”

she gulps in fear. I teased her, with a devilish grin on my face; one that villains had in possession," Oh Uh… I better prepare to witness a lover's quarrel. Or should I say, a married couple's quarrel?" I could sense the slight tremble on my mother's shoulder. To be honest, my father's quite the possessive man towards my mother. Like how I am, towards Charlotte. Perhaps it's something in our family tree. Either way, possessiveness is something we all have in common. We can't blame love for making us insane, right?

He touched me, so why couldn’t I? But knowing that mom was staying with us here, it didn’t sound very nice of me. If Dad learned that we had some…ahem..intimate moments, I didn’t know what he would do. “What a possessive girl you are…” he drawled and in front of his towering height and beastly body, I suddenly felt very small. “What is wrong with a girl being possessive? Do men have a copyright to being possessive or something? Is that what your ‘Hundred and one ways to be a misogynistic jerk’ manual says?” I looked up at him and he chuckled. It sounded so hot!

Where I can spank her tight ass and knock the headboard into the wall without someone calling the cops. That’s where we get nasty. We’re marked by each other, inside and out. And suddenly…I don’t know where the desire comes from, but it rockets out of me. This need for the world to know that I would die for her. That I would sell my soul to stop her from crying. Or to see her smile. The love inside of me for Stella has expanded so much that I can no longer lock it inside. My muscles are fatigued from trying. That’s where the bouts of possessiveness come from. Keeping this ferocious obsession caged.

He will do it with his girlfriend…the moment that thought made my heart cold and aching. Why does thinking that Michael could do it with another makes me so uncomfortable? No, that makes me angry. I knew it by dint of being attached to him I became not only dependent but possessive. I don't have the right, I don't want to become like that girl on my sister's show who was so jealous of her best friend's girlfriends that she ruined their friendship. I will never bear to lose Michaël just because I am jealous and possessive. I have to stop sticking to him so much otherwise not only will he not find a girlfriend but even if he does, I will not be happy for him when I should be.

That was why we brought so many of them. I rubbed the back of my neck because I did think of one, but I was not certain how everyone would feel about it. “Yes. Just hear me out. We need something very believable that would make a scene. Possessiveness is a cornerstone of our species. We have two options. One is that I find someone flirting with you and blow up, or you find someone trying to flirt with me and blow up. However, for me to be so distraught to flee, it should be me finding one of you,” I said carefully.

She spoke and I smiled. This is what it feels like to have someone get possessive over you.

“I ruined our day because I couldn’t control myself. I let Liam get under my skin.” Sarah walked closer, pulling a chair next to him. “Alex, I...” He held up a hand, stopping her. “Let me finish. I hate how I acted, Sarah. That’s not who I am. I’ve never felt this... possessive before. And it’s because I care about you so much that the idea of someone else being closer to you than me...” He broke off, shaking his head. “It drives me insane.”