Possessive Boyfriends Novels & Stories

I stared at him in complete surprise. “Yes,” I answered, and I instantly saw his face fall. Just a second later, he looked normal. “Were you sad when it wasn’t him?” I didn’t know how to answer that. Was I sad? No. Was I surprised? Yes. “No,” I said slowly, “I wasn’t sad. And neither was he. We knew that we would get to know if we were mates when we turned eighteen, so we decided to never take our relationship to anything beyond friends. I think we were surprised, but not sad.”

Who would not love to be a lover, hmm mistress, to the boss of the company? Mike wasn’t vain, but he knew he was considered to be a good catch; tall and good looking with a rich pocket and power, he couldn’t help but notice the attention women paid him wherever he went. Even the paparazzi considered him a good catch. “One of the top three eligible bachelors in the city.” That was the title one of the glitzy magazines gave him last month. Well, Liza will be glad to have a better replacement over that bully of a man she calls boyfriend.

For seven years, I thought Declan was just an ordinary Beta. That was until I secretly traveled a thousand miles to his pack, wanting to surprise him. Only to find other werewolves calling him Alpha. And more importantly, he already had a Luna. The wolves around me started whispering. “Is that the Alpha’s secret lover?” “The nerve of her, showing up here… so shameless.” I wanted to argue, to tell them they had it all wrong. I was his real girlfriend. His Fated Mate.

I lost my balance and landed sideways on his lap, one of his arms anchoring me firmly in place. He was staring at me with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. ‘I’m willing,’ he said, his voice low and rough, stripping away all pretence. ‘God, Hyacinth, you have no idea how willing I am. But I don’t want to be a replacement for a battery-operated device. I want to be your boyfriend. I want the title. I want the whole damn thing.’ Boyfriend. The word landed like a lead weight in my gut, sending a cold wave of something that felt suspiciously like panic through the heat of my anger.

I closed my eyes, releasing the pain. "Suck it hard, Emilia...Oh...that's it. You're doing great..." Harry's voice echoed again and it set me up on fire. Elena was gone... I was completely drunk as I threw things against the wall. They were too busy to get distracted by the noise I made. I don't know why I'm getting this angry when I know the fact that Harry isn't mine. I belong to somebody else. And it's so wrong loving my boyfriend's best friend but I don't think I fucking care anymore! I just want him. I want HARRY. I want him right now. Not some on another bitch! I should be the one saying those things! HE BELONGS TO ME!

I say and she says gasps again. "You are a downright liar. All of your friends are dating and you expect me to believe that you're not in the least bit envious of that?" She asks and I shake my head. "It's either you're lying to me or you're dead inside because I would never live like that. I need my man." She says and I sigh. I get this reaction every time I tell someone I don't have a boyfriend or don't desire to have one. It's like I'm damaged and need to be fixed. "You don't have a man, Presley," Sadie says and she waves her comment away.

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.

I saw some white men playing golf and I waved at them. " Impressive," I said as Doris and I walked home together. " Mrs Johnson must be quite an incredible wealthy woman. Where's this boat cruiser and private jet of hers anyway?" Doris ticked something on her clipboard. " Today is your second day in your contract and yet, you're already asking about her Private jet and boat cruiser. Are you her husband?" " I'm her boyfriend," I said, laughing. " I'm entitled to everything she has except cash, remember?"

I have to make her submit. He looks at me and continues, “ You seriously got problems, man. I think you're in love with her or something. Even when you're dating other girls, you keep tabs on everything that she does. You need help, man." Maybe Nate's right. Maybe I do need help. But there’s only been one girl that has made me this way, one girl who is always on my mind, in my thoughts and dreams,and one girl who makes me crazy with possessiveness, Bella.

And the MacBook too? He grins wide before glancing between me and Aiden, clearly noticing how possessive Aiden is over me despite everything. His tone turns teasing again as he smirks at him. “ So… does your boyfriend just always look like he’s two seconds from throwing me across the hallway or is this a special occasion?” I laugh at that—“He’s always like that”. Khalid:”Ah, cool. So he's just a jackass all the time. No problem.”