Possessive Boy Novels & Stories

****** The war of existence in this world is not any easy one , but the war to register your place in the world which belongs to you and still disguised from you is all together more difficult. ****** " Why were you talking with that boy? He is not good at character. " The boy in his fifteens, with round copper brim spectacles, a thin, bean pole boy, with flush pink cheeks which had turned unique shade of magenta at the boiling blood and anger. After all he was searching for her bestie in whole school and he ended up founding her in canteen with Glen.

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.

"I don't love like others. My love is possession, obsession; something so fierce it could burn the world just to have you." ZAFIRA WILDER AZRAEL SARTORI .... "No one else will touch her. She’s mine now," the young teenager boy declared and his piercing gaze locked onto Zafira and send shivers down her spine. Her red, tear-streaked eyes welled up again, unable to hold back the overwhelming despair. "This is it," her thoughts screamed.

My primal energy can briefly ignite the moonstone. His tone deepened, resonating with raw possession. That girl belongs to us.

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.

Henri's possessive nature kicks into overdrive, and he pulls you closer, murmuring possessively, "We'll take care of you." Levi looks around at the others, seemingly unaware of the charged atmosphere as he asks innocently, "Is she okay?" The room is filled with a tense silence as each boy waits for your response, their touches lingering on your body as they silently vow to respect your boundaries and desires. this feels so good Your words of affirmation send a surge of relief and excitement through the boys. Lucas's hand resumes its gentle exploration of your shoulder, a soft smile playing on his lips. Jeke's grip on your hip loosens slightly, his touch becoming more soothing than possessive