Possessive Boy Novels & Stories

His voice was steady, almost smug, as he spoke. "She was sold to me. She’s my property now. You have no claim over her", the teenage boy said as his tone was challenging. Azrael’s grip on the gun tightened and the anger in his eyes were turning colder and sharper. His voice was a deadly whisper, barely above a growl. "You think you can just take her? Do you know who I am? Touch her again, and you won’t live to regret it". The teenage boy’s lips curled into a smirk but there was a flicker of something - uncertainty or perhaps caution, behind his eyes.

The burning spark that no stand-in had ever been able to replicate. A possessive growl rumbled from Killian's chest as his dragon fangs lengthened. He leaned down, burying his teeth deep into the soft curve of the boy's throat. He bit down hard, hard enough to feel bone scrape his fangs. Hot blood flooded his mouth—iron, salt, and absolute ownership. "Mine," Killian snarled against the open wound, "You're fucking mine." The boy screamed. His inner walls clenched, milking Killian's swollen cock in spasms that made Killian's vision blur.

Henri's possessive nature kicks into overdrive, and he pulls you closer, murmuring possessively, "We'll take care of you." Levi looks around at the others, seemingly unaware of the charged atmosphere as he asks innocently, "Is she okay?" The room is filled with a tense silence as each boy waits for your response, their touches lingering on your body as they silently vow to respect your boundaries and desires. this feels so good Your words of affirmation send a surge of relief and excitement through the boys. Lucas's hand resumes its gentle exploration of your shoulder, a soft smile playing on his lips. Jeke's grip on your hip loosens slightly, his touch becoming more soothing than possessive

The girl getting fucked while he was the voyeur. Six moved down so that our chests were mashed together. One arm slipping underneath my back, fingers lacing around the base of my skull. He kissed me again, drawing my attention back to him, back to his cock. Not that it ever left. His teeth nipped at my neck, scraping their way up toward my jaw. “For the rest of your life, you’re mine.” What he said shouldn’t have sent fire through me, because he would be the one to end me, but the possessive edge in his voice was unmistakable.

Her voice carried that same imperious edge, the tone of someone who expected the world to bow to her. The boy held his ground. He was dressed neatly, hair slicked back like his parents had fussed over every strand. His jaw jutted out stubbornly. “No one owns these. They belong to the range. So technically, they’re free for everyone.” Her brows rose. A dangerous spark lit in her eyes. “So what? I don’t share. These are mine. Go find your own.” The boy scowled, puffing up like a spoiled prince. “No. I paid for my turn here. That means I get them too!”

Zenith’s POV The eldest boy, Darian, stands tall, wiry, and impatient. His dark eyes are sharp, almost challenging, like he is daring the world to underestimate him. The second boy, Lysander, is quieter, though his energy hums beneath the surface. He is thoughtful, watchful, already analyzing everything around him. And the girl, Elysia, small but fierce, folds her arms, chin raised, ready to fight any attempt to control her.

The boy was just over twenty, his hair dyed ash brown. He just radiated youthful arrogance. Right now, he was sprawled over the couch, but when he saw Jane enter the room, he suddenly leaned forward, the necklace swaying in the air with him. The boy pointed at himself and gave Jane a smile, saying, “C’mon, clownie, smile one for me. Over here, yeah! If it’s a nice smile, I’ll make it worth it for you.” He threw a thick wad of cash at Jane’s feet, not holding back in the slightest.

He said, trying to appear confident. The girl looked at him skeptically but since she couldn't tell he was lying, slowly nodded her head. "So that me we won't get cooties if we only kiss each other?" She asked, her eyes brightening at the thought of being the only one able to kiss him. That way, no other girl would kiss him ever. She didn't like Julia, who always found a way to cling into her Mickey. The boy's eyes brightened as well as he thought of being the only one who would kiss her. Suddenly feeling possessive of her, he wanted to make sure that it would remain this way forever. So he held his pinky to her.

Oh. "There's no need to be jealous," I assured him. "I'm not jealous," he said smirking. " Jealous is when you want something someone else has." "Then what are you?" I asked. "Possessive," he answered. "I want what's already mine." My mouth went dry hearing this. Damn, that shouldn't have been as sexy as it was. I finally found my voice. "I'm not a possession," I said shakily. He smiled. "Not yet. You'll come to be mine the same way I am already yours."

I raised my eyes because of owning that unstable tone. Eugene dropped our order on the table. I slowly hid my phone and reached for the cheeseburger. A few minutes of silence overcame us. It might prevent it from out bursting so it’s quiet. We were in a public area so maybe it chose to keep quiet rather than create a commotion. I smiled. This boy is so cute. "Why do boys always get jealous?" "Because some boys are possessive especially if it comes to someone so precious." It says so directly. This is what I like about Eugene, he is straightforward. When he knows he is in the right, he fights back. He chuckled.