소유욕/집착 Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was possible that a nutritious breakfast would lift my spirits so I crawled into the kitchen, prepared the food and started checking my phone while eating breakfast, initially I was very relieved to see that I did not have any missed calls from unknown numbers, but something caught my attention, it was a private message I received on F******k. “You want to believe that you love Isaac, but in reality you only feel sorry for him, you haven't managed to forget me and you won't either. You may want to make me jealous with him but let me tell you that I don't care in the least, anyway you are not going to last at all.”

As if he was totally out of his character. "My bad. I didn't realise what I was doing," he said calmly. It seemed like he was ashamed of what he just said. He quickly left the room without any words. I sat on my bed again. The possession of the wolves was the real challenge. It was why my wolf was protesting. Lexa wanted a bond filled with love and care. ''He still looks down at me. It is just he can't accept the idea of seeing his mate becoming someone else's,'' I thought.

She was aware, maybe it would take years for her to be completely free herself from her demons. "You're beautiful, Roshi," he caressed her cheek, "You know marriage always has been a distant thought for me that I never entertained. My mother has introduced me to numerous girls but there was always an emptiness in my heart, so hollow and so deep that I thought no one could fill it. That spark, that attraction, that likeness... it was always missing, Roshi. You know why I married you? Maybe it was the spark, that sudden attraction I felt when my eyes fell on you. My heart led me to your voice that night. As if it was more desperate than me to save you, to get closer to you, to hear you from ne

Where my hunger should have risen, it falls, giving way to something soft, so vulnerable, a sob travels from the pit of my belly, and I break away first before he can see my vulnerability, or even worse, taste it on the tears that threaten to spill down my cheeks. My fingers fidget over the buttons of my shirt as I struggle to put them back in place. "I...should go," I say, and yet, all I want is to bury my head in the hollow of his neck, wrap my arms around him and kiss him until I lose myself completely in him. I want him never to stop holding me like I'm something good, something special, something worth fighting and killing for. But I recognize the feeling in my chest, and I recognize th

It's been a almost year since Ash is in realtionship with Adom. And now he is fully aware with Adom Alpha nature. Most often than not, yes, Adom was really possessive and Ash was completely aware of it. He wouldn't deny that he loved that specific trait of his boyfriend. For some reasons, Ash really had a thing for overprotective, proprietorial and dominating Adom, not just because those things turned him on but it was also a daily reminder that Adom liked it when he was owning him. And, Ash also liked it when he was being owned by Adom.

While in love there’s trust , willingness to share , comfort , and respect for each other’s space, whereas possessiveness is anything but that. Possessiveness is closely linked to jealousy.There are selfishness and distrust , which hampers the freedom of the other party in the relationship.Related to an individual’s fear , mistrust , and insecurity , possessiveness in a relationship is the deep need to hold on to a person for himself or herself only......

"Before, physical intimacy was just stress relief, something you could engage in without attachment but now, the idea of being with anyone who isn't Sienna doesn't even register. You've unconsciously committed to her completely." "That's ridiculous," Luca said, but his voice lacked conviction. "I haven't consciously decided anything." "Exactly," Matteo said. "That's what makes it significant, you haven't decided, you've just naturally stopped wanting anyone else. Your obsession has moved beyond possession into something that looks suspiciously like actual monogamous attachment." Luca stood, pacing to the window. "I kidnapped her, Matteo; I'm holding her against her will. Ican't be in a monog

My mother had always rooted for us to be closer but I had stopped inviting her over and that was a red flag enough Lyxia to understand. “Suck my breasts!” She winced as I played with her tits before putting her breast in my mouth and sucking on her nipples. She moaned softly, her hands caressing my back. I told myself I would stop this! Then why did I feel so powerless to her hold? Why did she always have her ways? She was to be my mate, I had all the signs from the tingling rush that her scent gave me to the way I always felt like enjoying at warmth at night but still I had to put a stop to this.

the room *** The staring contest seem to take forever but they were in sync with their inner wolves meaning they felt the same thing the other was feeling this was called 'mutuality' they both were burning, both of them glowed like a bright flame flickering inside them they found the other very attractive. their marks glowing like embers in a black freshly lit characoals. They gravitate towards each other like magnets of opposite ends it was magical and mystically alluring attacchment to be with one's imprinted mate. Theo knew that his temper has gone down but the red mark on his cheek hasnt. Cath felt guilty and remorseful of what she did.

Since I met her, every slight movement, every stare, every man who looks at her too long triggers something ancient in me something that shifts under my skin like a creature stretching after sleep. And Alina Miroshnikova… She is the only thing that stirs it into something sharper than instinct. Not softness, Not warmth, Not love but Something worse. A fixation? Or a compulsion. A need threaded through every violent impulse I’ve ever had. If they wanted a diagnosis, they should have written this in their little files: “Subject presents with obsessive, possessive ideation toward a specific individual, accompanied by heightened aggression response and impaired inhibitory control. Risk of extrem