All Chapters of His Possession {The Bad Boy Love}: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Damien Blackwood leaned against his locker, lazily twirling his locker key between his fingers as he observed the chaotic bustle of Oakwood High’s hallways. Students kept their distance, throwing him wary glances and moving aside as if he were a storm cloud hovering in their midst. It was a normal day for Damien—another day of barely contained restlessness and the strange satisfaction he got from watching people’s reactions around him.There was a thrill to it, one he couldn’t deny. From his leather jacket, rough around the edges and worn from days spent sneaking around town, to the ever-present smirk that seemed to rest permanently on his face, Damien was a force no one dared to cross.Damien didn’t consider himself a bad guy, per se. He just had a way of bending the world to his will, doing whatever he pleased and ignoring the consequences. The teachers had given up on him a long time ago. To them, he was a lost cause, a student who would only bring trouble and cause disruptions. Hi

It was an ordinary school day, or at least it was supposed to be. Elies was busy gathering her books from her locker, trying to ignore the whispers and glances she’d been catching from other students ever since her letter to Chris had mysteriously wound up with Damien. She felt like every step she took, someone was watching, and she wished for nothing more than to slip into the background, unnoticed.But Damien had other plans.Across the hallway, leaning against a row of lockers, Damien watched her with that unmistakable glint in his eyes. He’d been sending her smirks and cocky smiles all morning, which only made her more self-conscious. He was up to something, she could feel it, but she couldn’t imagine what.Then, without warning, he pushed himself off the locker and strolled right over to her. His steps were unhurried, his confidence radiating as he approached, ignoring the students who gaped at him with awe, curiosity, and even a hint of fear.“Elies,” he said loudly, making sure

Elies took a deep breath, trying to steel herself as she approached the cafeteria. The entire morning had been a whirlwind of whispers and stares, all centered around her supposed “relationship” with Damien Blackwood. She’d had enough of it—of him. She was going to put an end to his little game, once and for all.As soon as she stepped inside the bustling cafeteria, her gaze landed on Damien. He was sitting with his usual crowd, laughing at something his friend said, looking entirely too pleased with himself. The way he leaned back, so at ease and in control, only fueled her anger.Ignoring the growing stares from students around her, she made her way over to his table, her footsteps purposeful and unyielding. The cafeteria gradually quieted, everyone watching the scene unfold.“Damien!” Elies called out, her voice louder than she intended. She noticed several heads turn, eyes widening in interest. She didn’t care. She was done letting him control the narrative.Damien looked up, his

Elies hadn’t even reached her locker that morning before she noticed Damien leaning casually against it, as if he owned the space. His presence was magnetic, drawing curious stares from students passing by. She braced herself, knowing his teasing was likely about to reach a new level.“Good morning, my girl,” Damien greeted with a smirk as she approached, his voice loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.Elies’ face reddened instantly. She glanced around, aware of the surprised glances from her classmates. “Your… what?” she managed, trying to keep her tone steady.He leaned in close, his smirk deepening. “Did I stutter? My girl,” he repeated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Got a problem with that, Elies?”Taking a steadying breath, Elies ignored the flutter in her chest and rolled her eyes. “I’m not ‘yours,’ Damien. I think you have me confused with someone else.”“Oh, you’re definitely mine,” he said smoothly, crossing his arms over his chest, making it impossib

The school hallways buzzed with the usual chatter, lockers slamming shut, and footsteps echoing on the polished floor. Elies moved quickly, clutching her books tightly to her chest as if they were a shield. Her hope for a drama-free day was fleeting, as she felt Damien’s presence even before she saw him. It was like the air changed when he was near—heavy with confidence and a touch of mischief. She didn’t have to turn around to know he was leaning casually against the locker beside hers, arms crossed, watching her every move. “Elies,” he drawled lazily, a smirk audible in his tone. “Running away already?” “I’m not running,” she shot back without looking at him. “Good. Because we wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea,” he said, stepping closer until he was right beside her. “You’re mine, after all.” Elies froze, her grip on her books tightening. She turned to face him, her eyes blazing. “I told you to stop saying that, Damien. I’m not yours, and I never will be.” “Hmm,