Possessive Bl Drama Novels & Stories

Me: The kind with dark eyes and a smile that won't leave my head. Dante: Oh god. You actually noticed a woman. The world is ending. Me: Shut up. Dante: Who is she? Me: Works here. Paige. She doesn't know who I am. Not really. Dante: And you like that. Me: I like everything about her. Three dots appear. Then disappear. Then appear again. Dante: You're an idiot, you know that? Me: I know. Dante: What are you going to do?

Could he take that as his baby feeling possessive over him? Blackie: No. (눈_눈) Really dude, no. Levi: Yep, since baby said that his future wife wouldn’t like it and baby IS his future wife, then by extension, it means that his baby won’t like it. And his baby wouldn’t like it because he is possessive! ❤❤ Don’t worry, baby! You are totally right! I won’t let anyone other than you see me half-naked either! This whole Levi package is all 100% yours! ❤

"I heard what he did to you that brought you where you are, and I'm so sorry. Zachary is so possessive of the things he likes, and he will do everything to have them. It's our fault because we spoil him." "It's okay, Ma'am. You don't have to apologize. Before, I hated him, I even called him the devil for doing everything to me, but now I understand him." I replied shyly. God, this woman is the highest-paid actress in Korea, and I'm starstruck by her beauty. She is gorgeous, as well as his husband. He is so handsome, and they both look so young. You can mistake them for Zachary's older siblings. No wonder Zachary is so handsome as well.

"it's okay." She stares at me with worry and uncertainty. "Am just worried about you Kim, you know how vicious and cruel those people in there can be." I sigh. "I know..I can handle it." "That Bree is gonna be circling and feasting for any small crumbs of information to ruin you with," She folds her hands over her chest. Bree, aka Queen b of Blackwool Royal High and Blackwool town. A perfect description of a runaway model: blond hair,blue eyes,long legs and silky skin that glows in the sunlight. She hates me, No, loathes me because of Ronan.

“I am not yours. Not anymore. Not in the way you think. I am my own person. And I will find the truth, even if it means tearing this house apart.” Damon’s expression darkened, the smile gone from his lips. “You think you can defy me, Bliss? You think you can tear this house apart?” His voice was low, dangerous now, like a predator circling its prey. “You are nothing without me. I am the one who keeps you. I am the one who has given you everything.” “You haven’t given me anything.” Bliss’s words were sharp, each one cutting through the space between them. “You’ve kept me in the dark. You’ve kept me from myself. But I will not be your pawn anymore. I will not be your obedient bride.”

But Oscar wouldn't believe it and as he said it, he was going to be really make things hard and impossible for her. Oscar still told her to mind her businesss as she wasn't showing it that she cared about him in any way. Blaire got possessed by something and did the unthinkable. She moved so close to him clearing any kind of gap or space that was left between them and stood on her toes as their lips touched sending chills down her body. She slip her bottom lip inside his mouth and he devoured them hungrily. Soon the quiet peaceful kitchen soon fill with moans and gasps for breaths.

"Well, what's yours is mine, right?" Dexter, in his obliviousness, failed to grasp the weight of his words, and Blaze, equally unaware, didn't seem to register the implication. Unbeknownst to them, there was one precious possession belonging to Blaze that Dexter also considered his own—Astrid. A woman they had both indulged in, tasted, and explored to the point of ecstasy until her screams echoed through the room. "No. What belongs to you remains yours, and what's mine stays mine. You're well aware I don't entertain the notion of sharing what's rightfully mine!"

"It doesn’t matter if I’m attractive to them, because I’m only yours. They can look, but they’ll never have me." Blaze’s lips twitched before he leaned in, pressing a soft, swift kiss against mine. "Yes, you’re only mine. For me to look at. For me to touch. I hate it when somebody else looks at you." I smirked. "Ooh, possessive, are we?" He didn’t hesitate. "Yes. Very. Since you yourself have given me the ownership, I don’t intend to take it lightly." I grinned. "That’s alright, because I mean it when I say—I’m all yours, Blaze."

Phoebe’s POV Over the time span of the last hour, I’ve come up with three conclusions. 1st – Blaze’s mother is way too possessive over her son like people often say about Italian mothers being jealous of their son’s lover. 2nd – This Diana bitch must’ve been a gold-digger who was after Blaze’s money. 3rd – Blaze must’ve been left heavily heart-broken after Diana left him. And trust me when I tell you, three of these conclusions sound terribly awful.

***************** CHAPTER 99 ~Shyne’s POV~ A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips as I swirled the wine in my glass. Sherry sat across from me, her manicured fingers drumming against the table impatiently. "Do you see now?" I mused, taking a sip of my drink. "Blaze is playing right into our hands." Sherry smirked. "It was obvious he’d react this way. Men like him are possessive, and territorial—they can’t stand the idea of another man even looking at what they think belongs to them."