Possessive Fanfic Novels & Stories

Don't get me wrong I'm not into love but seeing her I want to possess her, seeing all those men look at her hungrily on the pole as she twerks got my blood boiling and at that moment I swore to make her mine. After that day, I concluded it had be her last day at the club. I offered the club owner a huge amount of money which he accepted. After that, we had a one-night stand, but I made sure to cum into her as many times as I wanted. I want to tie her down to myself only. I can still remember that night, the feel of her body against mine, her sweet moan, how she squeaks under me, everything about her I want to own.

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

"Ok good. He said that. "This way, do you agree?" he asked her. "Well, I believe it's quite clever." He said that. "That's all right." He said that. She then, at that point, sent a spring up affirmation letter agreeing to marry Blue Sniper. "Blue Sniper welcomed you to marry him, do you agree to this? Click Yes or No." "It's still in play, OK then, at that point. Haya shared with herself and pressed "Yes". Then, at that point, Blue Sniper visited with him once more

JayPark received a call from Junie, his fiancée, but just now because he was having sex with rose, he turned off the call and locked the phone. Now Junie is in the water French side with anger and jealousy. “Aiss, what are his doing without picking call me up?”

"I know things are casual between us, but just know that I don't have a problem with who you are. Everyone has done dark shit in their life. You just happen to have a job that requires it. It is no different from me getting involved with someone in a gang, or a mafia, or any crime circle." He let out a low growl when I mentioned being involved with someone else, and it made me happy that he was possessive over me. It meant that the rapidly growing feelings that I had for him were reciprocated to an extent. "Yes, but it is one that I will need to go back to." His hand stopped playing with my hair at the same time that the soothing motion on my thigh ceased. The air seemed to thicken around us

There's room for both of us. Paige climbs in. I climb in beside her. "This is ours," she whispers. "This is ours," I say. She falls asleep. Her hand in mine. I stay awake a little longer. Watching the city. Watching her. This is ours. I never thought I'd have this. But now that I do, I'm never letting go.

He stilled, then leaned into her touch, eyes fluttering closed. She shifted closer, tangling her legs with his, resting one paw over his heart. Rian’s breath hitched, and he pressed his forehead to hers, their noses touching—barely. His tail swept forward, looping around her back leg to hold her in place. Possessive. Protective. Tender.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body, as if making sure she was still his.

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

“It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully” I know how possessive I sound now, but I can’t care less. My mate just informed me I’m all alone in the race to win her heart, body, and soul. I lick my lips, my vision getting filled with an intense cloud of lust that rakes my entire body. Fuck! ‘I guess…’ Oh, baby sugar. You’re mine to own, dominate, and feast on to my utmost pleasure. The innate desire for this daring woman has a thrilling shiver race down to my groin and I press my thighs together, loving every feel of it.