Possessive Bl Drama Novels & Stories

When the class ended, she felt someone hug her from behind. "I'm sorry," Blaze whispered in her ear. Ella stayed still and waited for him to talk again. Blaze sighed and kissed her neck. It sent shivers in Ella's spine. He felt bolts of current run through her. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Forgive me?" Blaze said. "I can't stand seeing you with another man, sweetie. You are mine," Blaze seriously said. Ella smiled and cupped his face. She didn't know Blaze has this possessive side, but nonetheless, she still loves him.

He seemed unaffected by his scowl or his face. "Fuck off Scar." Levon blocked Blair from Scar. "I am sure he has a mouth darling." Scar raised an eyebrow at Blair. "Blair. Do we a problem man?" Blair asked firmly. "I like the attitude man little Blair but this girl right here is mine. I don't want anyone fucking with what is mine. Do you get that boy?" Scar threatened. What? Who was he to claim her like he was some possession. Scar had crossed the line this time. "Doesn't look like that to me. She looks like she would rather slit her throat than be called yours."

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

People say I’m a hot mama. “And yes, I’m very possessive. What’s mine is mine.” I pouted. Sometimes his possessiveness is sweet, sometimes it’s just annoying. Hmp. If he sees me smiling while watching my K-drama oppas, he’ll snatch my phone or turn off the TV—then drag me to the bedroom. “Fine. Just make sure no random woman shows up to yank my hair because she used to be your fling.” Jasper pressed the elevator’s up button. We waited a few moments.

But now, when I am left with these conflicting feelings that are bothering me from inside…did it all happen because I have tied him next to me as my chosen pair? No… No matter how many reasons I try giving myself…I couldn’t deny that my protectiveness towards him had already molded into the form of possessiveness towards Ethan. And I was aware, a Supreme Dominant Alpha’s possessiveness has been considered one of the dangerous, yet scary emotions by nature itself. To the extent that I didn’t hesitate shifting my target for the hunt to that bald pervert, despite knowing that killing him off without a proper plan would bring troubles for me.

“Blue is ours. It belongs to us. We’re supposed to build our future with it. Your father said so!” Aneeka’s lips curved into a sinister smile. “There’s no us, Damon. It’s just me and I”, she leaned forward, still smiling. “Blue is mine. It belongs to just me. You’ve never been a part of it, so what are you talking about?” His face twisted with rage, his nostrils flaring. His vision blurred with fury and disbelief at her audacity. He was about to lose Blue Horizon. Aneeka’s heart hammered in her chest, but her voice remained steady and unwavering. “Blue stays with me…… D”.

Elies couldn’t walk down the hallway without hearing whispers and seeing curious stares. She found refuge at her usual table with Jenna, who was doing her best to cheer her up. “Honestly, Damien’s possessiveness is kind of… hot,” Jenna admitted, earning a glare from Elies. “I’m just saying! He’s like one of those brooding bad boys in romance novels.” “He’s insufferable,” Elies muttered, stabbing her salad with unnecessary force. “Maybe,” Jenna said with a shrug. “But he’s clearly into you.” “That doesn’t make it okay,” Elies argued.

She ran up to me after grabbing all the dresses on the left side. She handed me three dresses. One of them was a sleek, black mini dress with a square neckline and fitted silhouette. The other one was a chic black mini dress with a thigh-high slit. The last one is a strapless black mini dress styled with front buttons and a slight slit, it has tailored, almost corset-like top that adds structure. All of them look great, and I’m sure they’ll suit Veronica perfectly. “Girl, you don’t just stare at these, you try them on.” Try what??

The girl between them laughed, breathless and full of cock. The girl on her back gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets. “fucking cunt, don’t stop...fuck...Danika...” I blinked. Danika. My roommate. She finally looked over and saw me standing in the doorway. Her eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open but she didn’t stop the girl eating her out, or the guy pounding into her from behind. She just grinned. “Roomie!” she moaned. “Welcome to Blackmoor.” Danika finally pulled herself up from the bed, breathless and grinning.

“And you don’t get to decide who I can hug.” His fingers tightened slightly around her elbow. "You walked away from my table,” he said through clenched teeth. “And the first thing you do is throw yourself at someone else.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “I did not throw myself at anyone.” “You were smiling.” The accusation in his voice stunned her more than the anger. “I’m allowed to smile,” she said, her voice shaking now, not from fear but from frustration. “You don’t own that, either.” His breathing was heavier than usual, chest rising and falling in controlled but strained movements. For a second, something flickered in his eyes. Not just anger, but possessiveness.