Possessive Boy Novels & Stories

“I don’t do childish labels but I’ll be your man.” As his lips connected with my neck I closed my eyes smiling. “My protector.” He leaned up moving his arm around me as he moved in front of me. “I will always protect you, Taylor. You belong to me.” I laughed. “You make me sound like some kind of possession.” Lucas shrugged, “you are, you’re mine.”

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?

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.

Possessive. “You wore this for me?” he asks, voice low and rough. He steps closer, backing me against the wall before I can answer. One large hand grips my waist possessively while the other slides up to cup my breast through the thin fabric, thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. “Parading around my club like a little fucktoy, showing off what belongs to me tonight?” The words send a rush of heat straight between my legs. This version of him is more dominating, more possessive. It should scare me. Instead, it makes me wetter.

“What do you want from us?” “Just wanted you to know the truth,” the boy replies, shrugging. “That you still have a brother left. I might not be a pureblood child, but still I'm a part of this pack.” “Then prove your words,” Lorenzo demands The boy’s expression turns serious. “I will make sure to. I’m here to claim what’s rightfully mine. The pack, the title of an Alpha, and maybe even my sister’s love.” Nyx’s heart pounds. “Don't jump into any conclusion. My mother would never do something like that, she was an angel."

“All your efforts were not in vain, my friend. Rest now. From now on, their union will wax stronger and the boy will only strengthen the bond between his parents.” From what Madeline said then, only one word stood out for Nani. “Boy? As in… Male cub?” Madeline nodded excitedly, “Yes, dear. I got the vision. Ava’s body hosts the dawn prince.” Nani jumped, “oh… the goddess be praised! It’s a boy!! Finally, all that my Lucas once lost has been restored.”

"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