Possessive Boyfriends Novels & Stories

Kelsey's question interrupted her thoughts. "It's better this way, sex between us would complicate things ... I'm not gonna be his fuck buddy, I can't do that, I need a boyfriend ... that's what I need, and Preston is not that person, you know what I mean?" Kelsey nodded, "Yeah, I guess I can see it from your point of view to me sex is just fun if you can have fun with your best friend ... why not, you're young and inexperienced, the more experience you can get the better."

"Marcus: ex-boyfriend. Dated for two years. Chose business over you, regretted it, came back with flowers and apologies. Took you to your first date restaurant. Clearly still in love with you. Also intense." "Also intense," I agree. She looks at me. "So the question is: what do you want?" I open my mouth. Close it. Open it again. Nothing comes out. Because I don't know. I genuinely don't know. I want Haruto's intensity. His desperate, all-consuming love. The way he looks at me like I'm the sun. The history we share. The unfinished business between us. But I also want Marcus's steadiness. His warmth. The way he holds me like I'm precious. The future we could have.

I watched him with that expression quietly as I watched his smile fade. He was wrong. I'm not possessive. I've never been possessive. "You are a little wrong boyfriend. I'm not possessive. I'm..."

the other girl giggled. Casey bottled up the anger inside her and she dropped her shopping bags in her car trunk. "Hey that's Casey, Zach ex girlfriend" a guy pointed at Casey. "She's beautiful" the other guy commented. "Nah, have you seen Zach's current girlfriend? she's an angel. She's so pretty that she doesn't need make-up but Casey depends on make-up. I wish I am the one dating that angel" the guy stated with dreamy eyes. Casey fumed and she entered her car, if she listen to one more whisper about her, she's sure that she'll lock that person in a cell forever.

Well, I can't say i will never hurt, i will try to be as good as i can. I am not a calm, loving boyfriend type. I am super possessive, and jealous. I don't like sharing what's mine. Forget sharing i don't even like when someone eyes my favourite things or person in a bad way. I'll pluck those eyes and play with them. I'm BAD.

Take this call for example, not for once did he talk about us or my studies but he was going on and on about how he hated Luca and wanted to kill him. Yes, I knew he had every right you hate the man for taking away his girl, but still it made no sense to me why he'd decide to keep basing every single conversation with said girl about the man who ruined her life. Even though I was sure that Kevin was no way like that— I mean I was certain I knew him very well—it was giving off the idea that he was just possessive, and feeling mad that another man was taking over his territory, which wasn't cute to me in anyway. Since I'd become a teenager who could understand boys and sexy and relationships,

Gavin couldn’t help but draw an imaginary knife across his throat and choke. His buddy rolled his eyes. “It’s not a fate worse than death. More like a relief because even if your urge to play the field disappears, at least the one you’re fated to be with is not only allowed to know your secret, but somehow, the same magic that draws you together enables her to handle it.” Capable of handling the fact that their boyfriends turned furry at least once a month and liked to chase things and bay at the moon? Or, in Broderick’s case, yowl.

“Since we’re on the topic, and I don’t want to be that girl, but what are we?” “What do you want us to be? Your boyfriends? Lovers? Partners?” Marcos shrugs. “The labels don’t matter; we are whatever you want us to be. Boyfriends make us sound like boy toys though.” Cameron licks the milk mustache above his upper lip. “I like being called your boyfriend, it makes me feel young and adventurous.”

“I didn’t beg you to talk to me, golden girl. I’m sure your future fiancé wouldn’t be pleased if he finds out you’re talking to his—“ “You said you’re not brothers.” “Enemy,” I completed. “He’ll be pissed so you better go back downstairs like the dutiful little girlfriend you are.” Madelyn clenched her jaw, glaring at me. “He’s not my boyfriend.” She gritted out. It seemed like she hated the idea of being Lucas’ anything, but she was always around him so what was the deal with them? I blinked innocently. “Is that your subtle way of hitting on me?” “I am not—“ she cut herself off, taking in an exaggerated deep breath. “You know what? I’m not going to argue with you.”

Before he could say anything though, Joey walked back in. He had three bottles of beer in his hand. He handed one to Cale, one to me, and opened the third one for himself. Before I could take a sip of my beer, Cale spoke. “She’s not drinking that.” Joey raised his eyebrows, “Why?”, then he looked at me, “You don’t want it?” “No, she does not,” Cale said, using his Alpha voice. This was going to get ugly. “Okay, dude,” Joey said, and I could see that this was getting on his nerves now. Games aside, he didn’t like people who were arrogant. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it, trying to calm him down.