Властный Novels & Stories

They were possessive, obsessive, passionate and with the need to mark her all over gain his. "Fucking mine... Make me believe otherwise, and I'll show you exactly who you belong to, Elena."

"That's right, you're a human. How can you understand?" Venn immediately interjected Lily and her master's story: "Does master's power come from nature, plants?" Elias nodded to Venn, appreciating his understanding. Venn is just a werewolf hybrid, so their only strength is ten times stronger than normal humans, and agile movement only. Lily asked again: "So which wolf is the strongest among you?" Venn immediately replied: "It is a wolf that can control and absorb all things. In particular, only this wolf can control the air."

He didn’t care about how others viewed him, the only opinion he cared about was of his little darling. He was a man very honest with and faithful to his own desires - once he realized he had them. If he wanted it, he would get it. It was as simple as that. It was this rather-run-his-head-through-the-wall-than-give-up nature that gave him his power in the first place. Enforcers. Stubborn and assertive to the point of being unreasonable. The types that would break down the wall without a second thought, if they couldn't find the door. The types that would rather crack their head open while trying to go through solid concrete than take no for an answer.

My empire first and always. Twelve years I spent clawing my way to the top. Vivienne Moreau, known by everyone as the Viper, the bitch who built an underworld dynasty out of gunpowder, fear, and broken men. Tonight was everything, Volkov Bratva, fifty million dollars on the table, the deal that would cement my place as the one no one dared cross. After my father left this world, I turned everything he gave me into a weapon, sharpened every edge until the city bled for me. There’s no room for softness, not here. Not in this world.

He pushed his length inside me, so deep, a heavy gasp cracked from my lungs. "Now," Varg growled against my lips, his hot breath mingling with mine as his possessiveness reached a boiling, explosive point. "Tell me who owns you, Amaris. Say it!” he said, fucking me deep, hard, steadily, his large size expanding my pussy, burying the swollen cap deep in my womb. I moaned, “You own me, Varg, You own my cunt, pussy, my core, and every moan that leaves my lips belongs to you.”

Lawst scoffed as he moved his eyes like he was skimmering. I saw the fear that swept him off his feat but no, he was a man who wouldn't let fear conquer him. He was that arrogant and brave and what made him better was his manipulative spirit. That was why he was able to influence Vladimir's decision for a long period of time.

"This is about someone disrespecting what you consider yours." His grip tightened slightly. "Does the distinction matter? Either way, she'll learn the consequences of her actions." The possessive edge in his voice sent an unwanted thrill through me. I was his property, yes, but I was valuable property. Protected property. "What are you planning?" "Something memorable," he said, his smile turning predatory. "Virginia wants to play public humiliation games? I'll show her what real power looks like." "Come," he said suddenly, releasing me and straightening his jacket. "I want to show you something."

Apart from that, he was fully dressed. Vera looked up with a hurtful look, "Now I know why you were being so generous with me. You let me roam around without any protection so that I would trust you blindly. And you did that so you can get your own freedom to fúck women behind my back." "It's not like that, Vera." Fenriz began in an uneasy tone. "I love you. I... I want you. But I'm an Alpha male. I have a stronger sexual drive compared to other wolves. You can't expect me to control my libido until you were ready. I would have gone mad."

“Did you hit her?” Victor’s face didn’t change. “It’s the only way she listens.” No shame. No hesitation. Just brutal certainty. Robert studied him. His jaw was tight with resentment, eyes bloodshot, hands twitching with barely restrained fury. No guilt. Only possession. Only entitlement. He had seen many things in Victor over the years, ambition, fire, ruthlessness, but this… this was different. This was rot. A cold fury born not from principle, but from control. From obsession.

I said with venom seeping through my words "Okay fine, Merlina think about all the good that could come from this. This whole city, would belong to you, you'd have authority over absolutely everything. More power than you could possibly think of. This whole empire would belong to you. The more power the more money." He said as he made me look out the window looking across the city of LA.