Possessive Boy Novels & Stories

he told her fiercely. He looked at Zara, his eyes burning with intensity. "That is why I am very possessive, Zara. That is why I was always around you and also locked you in my estate. Because when I look at you, I don't just see a mate. I see the only thing in the world that could really break me if I lost it." he confessed, with all sincerity. Zara's heart ached for the thirteen year old boy that was hiding in the dark. It mirrored her own darkness so perfectly.

The teenage boy is a Gamma wolf and as such, a member capable of bringing actual contributions to the pack. After all these years, I am of course used to the unkind words and disregard of the pack. I’m not completely immune to them, but at least they no longer stab me as badly. Thus, in truth, it is not the boy’s words themselves that hurt right now. It is something else. Or rather, someone else.

“That doesn’t look like someone who doesn’t need anything.” He finally looked at her then. Not with anger or being defensive... just tired. “You don’t get it,” he muttered. “Then make me get it,” she replied. His throat worked slightly, like he was swallowing something heavier than pride. “They always leave,” he said, almost to himself. “Or they choose someone else. Or they decide I’m too much," he continued, the words didn’t sound like a Capo. They sounded like a boy. A little boy who had been deprived of love, of care, of the warmth that should have been his, and who had learned too early to fight the world alone. Calla’s chest tightened.

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

he growled. "You beat the boy!" I whine. "What a shame. He's a Zobeck, didn't you hear? Zobeck is a prominent bloodline in Russia!" Bennet whispered emphatically. Eh? Really? I looked at the boy again. wow It's a big time kid.

Acting like a jealous boyfriend or a jumpy security guard was going to draw way too much attention to us. Guy—because of course Mr. Pretentious had a pretentious name, too—cleared his throat. “Today it’s a poem.” The beautiful boy with a metal-clasped nose, Whose skin is like peaches and cream, I wonder if the beautiful boy knows, I would love to make him mine.

He didn’t answer immediately. The boy I’d known all my life looked suddenly uncertain. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said finally. But his voice wasn’t steady. “Like what?” I pressed. “Like ownership.” He swallowed. “I just meant… they don’t get to decide who you are.” The answer should have satisfied me. It didn’t. Because when he’d pinned that boy to the ground, when he’d said the words through blood and fury, it hadn’t sounded like protection alone.

“You're evil.” “You love it.”He pulled my shorts up over the toy and slapped my ass hard. I yelped, the feeling almost too much. “Fuck…” He grabbed my chin. Made me look at him. “Go be my good boy,” he said, the possessiveness in his voice clear. “Keep that toy in all day. Don't you dare take it out. Think about me every time it buzzes. Think about how I'm gonna fuck you senseless when you get home.”

"He just put it on you to mark you. But he never intended to take it off." "He loved me," I said. "He possessed you," the boy corrected. "And now I possess you." He pushed me backward. I stumbled and fell onto the bed. The mattress was soft, too soft. It felt like quicksand. The boy stood at the foot of the bed. He began to unbutton his coat. "What are you doing?" I asked, crawling backward until I hit the headboard. "I am claiming my inheritance," he said. He dropped the coat. He was naked underneath.

He sighed a sigh of relief and stared deeply at her. "My beautiful Clara, you are so beautiful, it's unbelievable." Clara stared back at him, her eyes had shown uncertainty. The way he looked at her was unexplainable. His eyes were filled with... tender possessiveness. "Clara, you are mine. Always remember that."