Possessive Boy Novels & Stories

-Love is just a play on words played by girls and hearts. And I, the man who played it- *** 'You come here or will I pick you up?' Raisa hung up her phone in a huff, she didn't like anyone managing it. Typical guys who are hated are those who are protective. Moreover, they have not been formally acquainted. "Thanks for helping me earlier but sorry I don't like basketball." He got up to the library, but his steps were intercepted by Joey, a former Bela who is known as a land crocodile, a playboy, a kid snapper of IPS 2.

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.

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.

"She's mine. I've watched her long enough. He touches her like she's a toy. But I'll have her. All of her." "If you didn't send be far that time I would have found her and would have make her mine!"His eyes sparked with anger and frustration. Anaya arched a brow. "Possessive, aren't we?" "She's perfect," Izaar whispered, as if under a spell. "Soft. Scared. Beautiful. I want her trembling under me. Not under him." Arsh exhaled smoke, watching his son with quiet calculation. "You'll get her... but not until this is done. The throne first. Then the girl."

It was about the raw, primal pull of something valuable that someone else thought they owned. “I’m going to take her,” I said, my voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I’m going to walk into Danta’s house, and I’m going to take what he believes is his. And I’m going to make him watch.” The obsession wasn’t with the girl. It was with the act of possession itself. The ultimate defiance of a man I despised. She was the physical manifestation of his failure, and I would claim her just as I had claimed the journal.

, shouted Emily "Bennett is sleeping and I am a spirit.He is a powerful boy. I got hold of his body, I possessed him. And now I shall invite my friends and take control of your vessels too! We have been denied the right for so long.",said the spirit inside Bennett. "You should have listened to this boy when he told you not to enter the forest" "But why possess him? Why not any of us",asked Emily "This boy has what we needed to possess him. But for the rest of you. You will have to get killed"

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.