Possessive Boy Novels & Stories

Liam's lips moved upon mine, his soft lips sucking onto mine, moving in a rhythm that almost brought tears to my eyes. His tongue thrust inside my mouth violently, fucking my mouth and clashing against my tongue, trying to win a battle that did not even have any competition. He pulled back from the kiss only to stare into my eyes, the anger still shining in his eyes like a possessive stance of a violent animal towards its prey. "Tell me you are going to do exactly as I say. Nod your head and tell me that you are not going to go close to that fucking bastard. You are not going to be anywhere near that fucking cunt of a man! Nod your fucking head, baby."

The image of a three-year-old boy—a miniature version of myself with my own stubborn jaw and haunting eyes—burned behind my eyelids. ​"I... I don't know," I managed to choke out. ​The admission tasted like ash. Timothy Beckett always had a plan. I had plans for hostile takeovers, plans for billion-peso mergers, and plans for every contingency in the Philippine market. But a son? A living, breathing piece of my soul that had been growing, walking, and speaking for three years without me? ​"Timothy?"

“Unless you don’t plan to leave tonight?” This time, my cheeks actually went hot. The boy was obsessed with making inappropriate jokes at the most inappropriate times. The corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting back a smile. “Get on.” He grabbed a helmet and threw it at me without warning. I scrambled to catch it and hurriedly put it on my head, watching as he brought out another one for himself. My mind immediately drifted to our first night. It had been drizzling then and he had only one helmet. Did he buy a new one? Or had he just forgotten it that day?

Dylan and Noah have been a set of protective best friend and brother who made sure that I was saved from all the wolfy eyes. They never let me have a boyfriend before. Noah had told me earlier that I would be free to live my life happily as per my rules and wishes after turning into an adult. I was to be free to do anything I wanted to do after my eighteenth birthday but alas, before I could make my list of skills and talents for my boyfriend, I collided with this superb obsessive bully! He killed all my raw desires towards my boyfriend of my dreams and filled my brains with one and only warning, 'You are mine. Nobody gets to touch you except me!' And astonishingly, Noah was okay with his po

I gave him a disarming smile. "That sounds wonderful. I cannot wait to meet others," I told him suggestively and instantly, something dark flickered in his eyes. I saw a hint of possessiveness. Not the kind that would have flattered me. No. It was the kind of reckless possessiveness that kids had with their toys. "I'll see about that," He told me darkly, his nostrils flaring.

Ramsey De’ Clan won’t get the chance to run away next time. “That’s a very special teddy bear you’ve got there,” Meeka giggled, carefully holding the small jar of fireflies in her hand. She was with little Ramsey who held a brown teddy bear with an eye patch in his hand, and they were walking back to the pack house after completing their quest for tonight. “Thank you,” Ramsey beamed, holding up Mr. Winslow so Meeka could get a better view of his prized possession. “Mr. Winslow and I have been buddies since kindergarten. He goes with me on so many adventures.”

"About what, huh!? That it's so easy for me to get the girls? That I'm just too charming so my best friend's only female friend picked me over him? That I'm still stuck with him even though he has become such a bore? Huh? Tell me!" Rosetta stared at him in shock. "I wanted you, I got you" He laughed maniacally, rising, "he never liked you. Why can't he let his only friend be happy? Why is he being so possessive of you when you're not even dating? And tell him? Am I to tell him everytime I get a new girl? He's just your friend, not your husband or father and so he has no right to demand that." The room fell eerily silent.

"Come, we're playing!" Play with us! Exclaimed my I girl to a blond boy who was on the bridge. The brown hair boy who was next to me had some action figures while I had a Barbie doll. The boy on the bridge stealthily approaches us, his frown is frowning looking at the child near me. "Look, this is Mikel, he's the son of one of mom's friends," I told the blond boy. "I don't like Mikel," he replied. I stood indignantly and looked at him menacingly. "Look, don't be bad, he hasn't done anything to you." And if you don't like him, you better be no longer my friend. ”I crossed my arms. The blond boy in front of me looked down sadly. "You really don't want us to be friends?" He asked low. Deep down

Three years later... A boy seemed to be sitting arrogantly on the sofa in his room, his sharp eyes as if he was skinning a waiter who was cleaning up spilled food that accidentally fell because his foot tripped on the expensive carpet he was currently standing on. "You make my appetite disappear!" protested the handsome boy, his face was very handsome and adorable like a child his age, but not with his attitude. If her mother isn't by her side, she immediately turns into an arrogant little devil.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Kalmin smiled darkly. "I'm your alpha," he said, his voice ringing with authority that left no room for doubt. He could feel the boy’s uncertainty ripple through him like a shiver in the air. Without warning, Kalmin grabbed the boy by the collar, yanking him close. His eyes glinted with icy fury as he hissed, his hand moving instead to the boys throat. "Unless you want to challenge me." The boy’s bravado faltered, his milky brown eyes wide with terror. “I—I didn’t know,” he stammered.