Possessive Boy 소설 & 이야기

I answered, not trying to hide it. “Hmmm.. Then why did I find you playing around with these little boys when you have a man of your own to play with.” My heartbeat increased and my belly quivered with the heat that was wrapped up in those words. My man. The possessive little part of me rejoiced and did a little merry dance on hearing those words. “You are mine, my little devil. Your smiles are mine. And no one should get to see you and touch you, especially when your eyes are closed.” “I was just bored and…”

As we hurried towards the main hall, I heard a small voice from the other end of the mall, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Hey, let it go!" a little boy’s voice rang out. "What do you mean 'let it go'? This is mine!" I heard Owen's voice reply loudly. "Do you know who I am? My dad is an Alpha," the boy’s voice responded, full of arrogance. From where we stood, it was obvious they were dragging something back and forth between them. I had never seen Owen disagree so adamantly with another child. He had always been the one to share and be kind.

Even as a young boy mastering his fire magic, he stood out among his peers, even those slightly older, including Alpha Anderson's son, despite being wolfless. Alpha Anderson regarded him merely as a subject of interest; upon discovering the boy's fire attribute, he became intensely focused on him, eager to forge a bond.

Alexander listened attentively as she listed facts about herself, hanging on every word. “Happy now?” She asked “Satisfactory.” He said plainly, and she rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you going to tell me about yourself then?” Alexander cleared his throat like he was about to give a speech. “ I have one elder brother. My best friend is Mason Grey, and my favorite color is black. I love my privacy, a good tailored suit, and being in control, of course,” He said proudly, sticking his nose in the air. “Of course you do.” Gabriella shook her head and took a sip of water to hide her laughter.

He was just leaning in front of the car, took a cigar and a lighter from his pocket, and lit the edge of it. "Damn it! Why did you use this car, Danny? It's hard to break the windows by one strike!" Sweats flowed down from the young boy's forehead. His thin, skinny arms shivered as he felt tired and drained. His eyes were too red, looked like a street addict. His black plain t-shirt covered with sweat and dirt. Confusingly, he glanced at the old man who blowed and handed to him the glowing cigar. "Let her open the door and surrender herself to us. You may ruined the windows but it will take you three days to unlock that goddamn door!"

"But you can't be out here. The Silverwood pack is territorial." "But I want to buy sun-drops!" The boy waved a crumpled five-credit note. "Auntie Jessa gave it to me." He’d snuck out. He was exactly like Mars—stubborn and fearless. "Tell you what," I said, a plan forming. "I'll go get the candy. You stay right here by the fountain. If I take you, your Papa will scent me, and we don't want that, do we?" The boy squinted at me. "Are you going to steal my credits? You look like a rich wolf."

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.

All I could do was swallow hard. “Say it,” he growled, his tone dipping into something far more impatient. I saw the tiny scowl forming on his face, and it only made my stomach twist more. Shamefully, I liked the way he looked at me like that. Like he owned me and couldn’t stand the idea of me keeping anything from him. I gave a small nod. That wasn’t enough. “Use your words, boy,” Maddox said through clenched teeth, the way he spat ‘boy’ making my whole body tense. It wasn’t the name—it was the way he said it. Dominant. Cold. Possessive.

With his mouth still full of hard cock, the boy could only just nod his head to his daddy, as his answer and oath of obedience and submission, before he continued to suck Matt's hard cock. Sitting back on the couch to watch the show, Brandon smiled and nodded to himself at his new boy's apparent good sense in accepting his new life. Brandon thought he might even keep the boy for at least a year before selling him off. His tight young body was very attractive and the fact that he knew the boy when he had been still a free-boy and knew his former father also added to his desire to keep the boy around for a while. Humiliating and disgracing the boy's former father was an added perk of owning th

"Riel, you're dying. I can feel it. Whatever magic you've been using, it's eating you from the inside out." For a moment—just a moment—I saw the boy I'd grown up with. "I don't want your help," he said, tears streaming down his face. "I want you. All of you. Forever." "That's not love," I said gently. "That's possession." "I don't care what you call it!" He wrenched his arm free, stumbling backward. "You're mine, Yara! You've always been mine! And if I can't have you—"