Possessive Boyfriends Novels & Stories

"There's Brylee, my cousin, her boyfriend Micah, Richy my best friend who moved with me from home and James, my boyfriend" "I guess we can rule Brylee and Richy out since your father can vouch for them" "What are you trying to say?" "I'm speculating when I say it has to be Micah or James" "I know I haven't known them for long but I can vouch for them. They're good guys", I said trying to be a good friend and girlfriend all in one. "That's the front they may put up. Do you peradventure know their surnames" "Sure. Micah Gallant and James.... Llock", I said staring at the little dots that connected the guy I really liked to this whole mystery.

I sat next to Callen as he still needed guidance in eating. The whole time Blake kept staring at me and it made me want to hide myself. I was just the beginner at this, who knows how many girlfriends he had. Just imagining someone with him makes my stomach turn with jealousy. But girls would never leave such a young hot man alone. ‘ So how many girlfriends do you have?’ my brother asked. Just hearing that he had or has a girlfriend made me want to cry. My eyes were bubbling up with water drops when he said ‘ I don’t have one’ ….

"Is he a boyfriend? Is he rich? I mean, look at your shoes, Lei. Those aren't 'working girl' sneakers you wear when you leave here. They’re expensive." ​I swallowed hard. I knew Molly was waiting for me to slip up, to boast, or to lie. She wanted to hear me claim a life that she was currently making me scrub away. ​"Yes," I said, my voice barely a whisper but truthful. "We live together."

“But why?” “What kind of question of that? I want you to be my girlfriend because I like you. Isn’t that obvious?” Like. Straight from the horse’s mouth - he likes her - just like. “Do you make every girl that you like your girlfriend? How about the girl you were kissing earlier, you also like her, right? And the girls we saw at the bar in Baguio... you like them, too, don’t you? So it’s right to assume that they are also your girlfriends as well?” She shook her head and moved away from the man. “I don’t want to get involved with that kind of relationship. I don’t want to be just one of your girlfriends, Bullet. I’m the possessive type. I’m clingy, demanding, selfish. When I have a boyfriend

Dylan said, and I agreed delightedly. Dylan bent down a little and kissed my hand, but I pulled my hand back. "Look, I am only doing this because I hate Moonshine Pack, so don't take it the wrong way," I averted my eyes. "You have such a great way of denying, but worry not, I know how to steal a woman's heart," Dylan chuckled. Dylan was a nice and attractive guy, but there was something more in Aiden. He was smart, witty, and, most importantly, he was the bad boy that every woman wanted.

This is not up for discussion. "I don't accept you telling me that you want to be my boyfriend, no! I don't want a boyfriend, and certainly not a relationship based on a fit of jealousy, no. That's in my dictionary, it's not a relationship, it's control, obsession, machismo, and possession. I love it when a man is possessive, but only in bed, nothing more than that. We are both starting a relationship that we can still enjoy, but without commitment, especially when you have a lot of insecurities. I want him to desire me with passion, to love me from his heart, not because he's afraid that someone else might have sex with me.

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.

When we finally parted, breathless and dizzy, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes dark with emotion. “I will not push you further tonight,” he said, repeating the promise he had made before. “I respect you too much to rush this. But I want you to know—from this moment on, you are not alone anymore. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I am only a call away. Ethan may be your boyfriend, but I will be the one who actually sees you.”

Micah calls back. As soon as he is gone, I exhale dramatically. “Finally. My boyfriend is back.” Micah laughs. “You were unbearable.” “I was fighting for my life,” I say. “He was this close to making you his new business partner.” “Would that be so bad?” “Yes. Because then I would have to compete for your attention with someone who owns half of Europe.” He shakes his head, smiling. “You are insane.” “I prefer passionate.” “Possessive.”

He’s really mad. “This how I am as a boyfriend, Ashejan.” He told me as he held both of my shoulders. “I am possessive. I have a lot of flaws. That’s why I don’t deserve to date in the first place. I think I’m making it hard for girls when they date me.” “But—”