Possessive Boy Novels & Stories

"Just your best friend who is hungry, I told you I don't love him anymore. Why do I have to take care of his feelings again?" Joey tightened his grip on Raisa's arm which was struggling to release. "Let go of the— '' "Let go of my girl's hand!" The sound of bazz cut off Atha's stern shout which entered the crowd past him. The white-faced, sharp-nosed boy with thick eyebrows walked casually, a little sweat still remaining on the tip of his temples. "Don't you dare touch him even the tip of your nail or I'll cut your hand!" Yuda released Joey's grasping grasping, staring at him with glowing eyes ready to fight.

Bright sneered, mumbled with the tremble lips, “He only cause the dread to deeply rooted...” How she wish the distance will only getting longer than becoming shorter to the heart of the woods? The presence of immense becoming so hard to even withstand. But the barely felt of presence strangely disperse the pressure in her heart. But then her attention shifted to the boy, and thought admiringly, “It's him, right? How can I thought someone other than this boy can able to not only lessen, but ultimately gone the pressure brought upon this mountain-trappling of presence?!” The boy felt her admired gaze, and his heart shook greatly. He thought, slowly flow away, “Not good! She's...possessed!”

I watched him with that expression quietly as I watched his smile fade. He was wrong. I'm not possessive. I've never been possessive. "You are a little wrong boyfriend. I'm not possessive. I'm..."

He grabbed it immediately and pointed it defensively at Wes. Wes snickered. "That won't kill me." "Plea...please...let me go," the boy cried. "I intend to." He slightly nodded and gestured for the boy to get up. "I don't want to kill you, but I will have to if you are still here when I come back. Do you understand what I am saying?" The boy shakily rose from the ground. "Ye...yes." ***

Alexi pulled back angrily, making her flinch. No. He could not give into his desires. The girl wasn’t even legal yet. “Wear something” he muttered, annoyed at himself for fantasizing about the dirty things he wanted to do to her body. He turned around and stormed his way to the connecting door. “Wait! You didn’t answer my question” Kayla’s remark stopped him but he didn’t turn around. “Don’t forget that I own this place and this room. I can do whatever the hell I want” He wanted to say ‘I own you’ too, but reigned his tongue in time.

But the following statement made her bite her mouth, "But boys better not hit on you. I don't want you to have a boyfriend." He gawked at the new version of his daughter and shook his head, "Earlier they never noticed you coz of your looks. Now they will because of your new look and your wolf. Those assholes! I don't want their eyes on you." He said in a possessive tone as if he would tie and lock all the boys away if he could.

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

She stared into his mud colored eyes with her emerald ones. “Why do you not want to be my mate?” He asked. Melissa shook her head. She thought he must already know, she fought hard to say it, but there would be no point keeping it from him. He will find out really soon. She turned her neck to the side, patting her long black hair to the side for him to see the unmistakable birthmark on the back of her neck. “I am an Omega.”

I said while walking past him and grabbing my jacket from the hanger. We got to the warehouse, and he was tied to a chair, untouched, just the way I liked it. I like my game untouched. I don't get why these scumbags always get on my nerves. I don't hurt women, children or innocent people, but these scumbags always want to try me. I walked closer to the blonde-haired guy; he looked young like he was in his early 20s. “What is your name, boy?” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled.

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.