Overprotective Boyfriends Novels & Stories

he said but paused to look at me. I raised an eyebrow at that comment but couldn't help myself and I smirked. “Sorry," he replied with a sheepish smile and continued, “the point is, I care about you. You're my best friend and yes you're not my little sister but I do see you as family Rory and I've lost all my other family, so you're all I've got and I just don't want to lose you. So I'm sorry if I come off as overprotective sometimes but it's because I care."

She told him, and Adonis pulled me close to him to protect me. If you care about your boyfriends and their families, call them for help so they can fix the problem. If you don't, your boyfriends and the people they love will be wiped out FOREVER. The old lady spoke. About which boyfriends are you talking? I'm dating one guy. I said to her as I laughed in a strange way. What are you talking about? I don't get it. Do you really want to talk to me? I turned around to see if she was talking to anyone else, but there was no one behind me.

It’s so cute. “Finally,” he remarked, “I have a granddaughter to spoil.” All five boys followed him, as did Aurora’s uncles and aunts. All the little boys encircled Aurora’s crib like bodyguards, and no one was allowed to touch her. We all chuckled when we saw this. I know my Aurora will be the most pampered and protected child. The five bodyguards flanking her, however, make me feel sorry for her boyfriend or husband if they ever let her have one.

“Leave the boys. It’s not the right time you interfere with them.” “If they are indeed going to hurt him, of course I must stop them.” Her brow raised. “How low do you think our friends will go just to get even with him? But anyway… if that’s what they are really going to do then that’s on you. Your friends are being overprotective because they are afraid that you’d get hurt again.” My lips parted.

Sister. Myra would probably add “medical menace” if she’d been here. I swallowed. My brothers closed in. For a moment, no one spoke. Then Rowan broke. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around me, nearly knocking me off the bench. “Idiot,” he said into my hair. “Reckless, terrifying idiot. Don’t ever do that again.” The soft press of his arms around my shoulders, the familiar smell of leather and smoke, and Rowan—too loud, too alive—hit harder than any cheer.

For seven years, I thought Declan was just an ordinary Beta. That was until I secretly traveled a thousand miles to his pack, wanting to surprise him. Only to find other werewolves calling him Alpha. And more importantly, he already had a Luna. The wolves around me started whispering. “Is that the Alpha’s secret lover?” “The nerve of her, showing up here… so shameless.” I wanted to argue, to tell them they had it all wrong. I was his real girlfriend. His Fated Mate.

"Though eventually I'm gonna have to put an end to that friendship." I lifted my head from his chest and stared at him. "And why exactly would you do that?" "Because," he said carefully, already sounding like an overprotective father, "best friends sometimes become boyfriends." I burst into laughter. "Demarion, they're children. Let them breathe." I shook my head in amusement. "Besides, how old were you when you got your first girlfriend?" His mouth opened. "Well..." "Actually, never mind." I quickly cut him off before he could answer something that would ruin my peace.

"And no, that wasn't my boyfriend. He's one of my triplets brothers." "Brothers?" Brandon asked in surprise. "I guess I missed the introduction earlier. I should probably leave." "Leave? Why?" Diana asked with a frown. "Well, I heard some talks from a few shifters earlier." Brandon confessed. "They said you're off limits, that your brothers are overprotective." Diana smacked her face with her palm. This was exactly what she had been trying to avoid. "I think you misunderstood them," she said finally. "Yes, my brothers are overprotective, but that doesn't mean I can't make friends."

“Because I don’t want you to think that our relationship will be nothing but sex now. Like I don’t value you as more…. I know I am incapable of keeping my hands to myself, and after last night, that’s going to be a million times harder. You have no idea the willpower it’s taking to get dressed and urge you to go outside with me…rather than haul you upstairs. I should get some kind of gold medal.” “Why are you so hopeless…for someone who seemed like a huge fuck boy with a string of women, you are really too much of an overprotective overthinker sometimes.” Well, at least it clarifies I was not shit at it, and he does want me that way again. My poor, bruised heart was wavering on the verge of

Kristina muttered softly to ian who smiled at her. "She is my girlfriend and I am sorry, I think you should leave," "What?" Michael frowned. "Yeah, what?!" Kristina face was in question. What is he doing? Why would he stand up for me when he hardly stands up for any girl. He looks down on girls and f*ck their p*ssies anytime he wishes. Why is he now being so overprotective?? "Do you want me to show you a prove that she is my girlfriend?" Ian questioned and Michael frowned deeply.