Possessive Boy Novels & Stories

And everyone wants to be their soulmate. They don't know I'm in love And breaking the curse comes at a cost. The only option is to put it up for auction. Where rich werewolves buy virgins like me. I don't want to go home with anyone. But it turns out that my two of my up-and-coming boyfriends aren't just cool. One of them is a werewolf and one is a vampire.

Why is it me? Apparently his name is JayPark, who stands out from the crowd and gets what he wants but I can't give him my first! but his strength is very strong, only one hand can hold hands above the top of my head, his feet are between the inside my awl I press hard there. I panicked and opened my eyes to look at him as if begging!

The boy pretends to be hurt. “I’m your only boyfriend.” “That makes you my favorite.” Future me kisses the boy and I am so confused. “Terra, I thought we would end up with Aspen?” “I thought so too, but you know your visions have yet to lie.” The boy is handsome. Probably around six foot two and all muscle. He has short black hair with bright green eyes that would make me think he is a warlock. I’ll admit he’s handsome. I follow future me and whoever this boy is to the woods and I see them shift. It appears the boy is a wolf, not a warlock. I wonder if maybe he is a hybrid?

“Oh wait…” Pretty boy exhaled sharply and muttered something that sounded like “unbelievable.” Good. What will be my gain if no one is pissed at me? I kicked off my boots, one thudding to the floor dramatically. “So, pretty boy. You like jazz? Or are you more of a 'complain quietly and repress all emotion' kind of guy?” He glared. “Don’t call me Pretty boy.” “Got it. Pretty. Boy. Princess of Cellblock C. We’ll find your vibe eventually.”

“But the boys need to see that you’re my woman. There must be no doubt. I’d hate to have to kill one of them.” “You’re not serious, are you,” I give him a hesitant side eye as we step out of the garage and into the light. His arm wraps around my waist to steady me, and I also realize, to express possession. I’m his possession. I belong to him tonight and he wants to make that very clear. “Oh no, cher. I am very serious,” his eyes grow cold. “Any of those bastards even look at you sideways and I’ll have no choice but to teach them, and everyone else, a lesson. Nobody touches what belongs to me. Nobody.”

“Now, sweet, how about I get you fed before we head to school? I wouldn't want you looking all bony when everyone knows who you belong to.” “I don't belong to you.” I sneered at him, baring my teeth at him when he took a step back. “Easy now, tigress, you can always have a taste of me, but that will be in bed, although I don't mind you doing that outside since I know you would also prefer that, but I would prefer that your body isn't bare to the world and it is only shown to me.” “Why do I get this notion that I am dealing with a possessive dude?”

He saw Camilla talking and laughing with a boy. What angered him more was that he was the fuckboy of the batch and everyone knows it. He was watching them having their conversation and his fists balled in anger. He never felt this much angry or possessive about Camilla. He saw that boy was putting his hand on her shoulder between his laughs; not able to take it anymore he strode towards them.

l stared closely as the bartender drags him to the swimming pool side and he is about to push him inside the pool, drowning him but my legs had a mind of their own. I walked to his direction, “Excuse me, what do you think you are doing?" "It's none of your business!" He said, immediately taking out a gun to point at me. I raised my hands in the air, surrendering. I gazed at the boy's eyes, he had tears fumed around his precious eyes and for the first time in my life my heartfelt possessiveness. Possessive of a human, he felt like he was mine and he was a big part of myself. His scent was also unpredictable to me.

Under the fine fabric of my gown my nipples ached, and I felt my thighs dampening. Without meaning to I was pushing my body against him. He dropped his hand down and caressed the outside lines of my hips. Reaching around he scooped my rear and pulled me firmly against him. Giving a possessive growl as he nipped my lower lip. Giving it a wicked tug before his eyes landed on mine. His forehead dropping to touch mine. “You’re mine, Girl. You just don’t know it yet.” “I’m not so easy as that.” “Fine.” He kissed me again. Pulling away after a minute. “The harder it is to win, the more worth it to possess.”

He wanted to move on in his life with the sole love of her life. At first, he only wanted Zahra to claim her as his. He wanted her to know that she was only his and no one else's. He had a strong urge to make Zahra only his. He was always possessive of his belongings and so was the case of Zahra. He became extremely possessive of her. And in this game of his possession, he forgot when he crossed his line and behaved like a barbarian to her and dealt with her in the same way as those people who disobeyed him. He was still possessive of her but a softer side entered his heart. He felt those emotions with Zahra that he had never felt before. His heart compelled him to trust her unlike his brain