Possessive Boy Novels & Stories

Bright sneered, mumbled with the tremble lips, “He only cause the dread to deeply rooted...” How she wish the distance will only getting longer than becoming shorter to the heart of the woods? The presence of immense becoming so hard to even withstand. But the barely felt of presence strangely disperse the pressure in her heart. But then her attention shifted to the boy, and thought admiringly, “It's him, right? How can I thought someone other than this boy can able to not only lessen, but ultimately gone the pressure brought upon this mountain-trappling of presence?!” The boy felt her admired gaze, and his heart shook greatly. He thought, slowly flow away, “Not good! She's...possessed!”

Even for a night. I went over to the farthest shelf, where no one was, and sat down with my back against it. I took out a random book and started rummaging through it's pages. I'm sure Jade would be too busy to even notice me here. "You chose a perfect spot." Somebody said from behind me. I looked up in astonishment. I was sure nobody saw me coming. I saw a boy with a handful of books looking at me with a grin. He looked probably taller than me, with tousled blond hair.

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."

He was still holding me from my waist to keep me steady. He licked my cock slowly through long strides. "Tell me who you belong to? Who owns you?" I didn't say anything and he continued to tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Allen, please. Who owns you?" I looked at him and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You. Sebestian. You own me." He nearly sobbed and took me back into his mouth. Bobbing his head on me, fuck I was losing it. I couldn't let him stop. I needed to spill.

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

Kill has grown up to be such a handsome boy, he's now fifteen, recently started highschool at Blackwool royal and part of the football team,all because of his idol, Brandon. Mom is having a hard time accepting that all her babies have grown up,well Killian is still a kid but with his personality...I don't think so. My young brother has grown up to be exactly like Brandon,girls throw themselves at him because apparently,he's a genius,has good looks and is a football Captain. The fact that mom called asking when I'll get to visit because she's afraid of opening the thousands of love letters in our mail because they might blind her eyes, had me rolling on the ground with laughter.

" I smacked him after seeing the smirk on his lips, earning a chuckle from him. After lots of hugging, kissing, and lovemaking, he finally gave in for me to go back to school, but he had another idea for me to just homeschooled together with our son. This possessive guy never failed to amuse me. He said there are lots of young and good-looking guys at school, and he isn't young like them anymore and is not as attractive to them. I couldn't believe he felt insecure about how he looked. How could he? When I looked at him, he was still the same as the first time I saw him. His look had didn't changed all these years. He is still the hot and gorgeous Zachary in my eyes, and I couldn't take my ey

Giving him a deadpanned look, "Answer my question and get going." As if my words didn't quite reach him, he picks up another bottle of wine from my expensive and very private collection while walking towards my couch. If it was anyone else, they'd be licking the floor by now for even breathing near my wine collection but I refrain myself because Lucifer Genovese is the one who helped me and my family get back their glory, he is the one pulling all the strings and all I had to do was wrap a thin wire across my father's neck and cut off his oxygen—which I was more than glad to do.

Not just the tension in her muscles. Not just the force behind the swing he had stopped. Something else. Something… off. Her skin was cold. Not physically. But in a way he couldn’t explain. Like he had just grabbed onto someone who wasn’t fully present. --- “Enough.” His voice was low. Steady. But it cut through the silence just as sharply as the first punch had. --- The boy on the ground groaned weakly. Barely conscious. Blood at the corner of his lip.

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.