Possessed By The Boss
A Fallen Angel. A Demon on the Throne. A Desire that will Set the World Ablaze.
"On the sixtieth floor, sin isn't confessed... it's committed."
Carter isn’t your typical executive assistant. He’s a celestial guardian on a sacred mission: to protect the soul of Dorian Thorne, the brilliant yet arrogant CEO of the Thorne Empire, whose life took a nosedive after a tragic accident. But Heaven has its rules, and Carter broke the biggest one: he fell in love with the mortal he was meant to watch over.
When a desperate act of black magic miraculously heals Dorian’s legs, it comes with a hellish catch. Dorian is no longer the man Carter adored; his body has become the vessel for Astaroth, a Demon King with an unquenchable thirst for chaos and a twisted obsession for the angel guarding him.
Caught in a tangled web of corporate ambition, family secrets, and an electric attraction that defies the laws of the universe, Carter faces a tough choice:
Will he stick to his duty and exorcise the demon, even if it means destroying Dorian’s body in the process?
Or will he give in to the seductive allure of a monster who knows his deepest desires better than God Himself?
As Dorian’s father pulls the strings of power and a scorned fiancée seeks revenge, Carter will learn that in the battle between Heaven and Hell, the most dangerous place isn’t the abyss... it’s the office on the sixtieth floor.
Welcome to the Thorne Empire! Where saints fall, and demons rule.
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Chapter: Sodom on the Sixtieth FloorThe office on the sixtieth floor remained unchanged, yet the air within it had turned to pure poison. Three months had passed since the celestial names of Uriel and Astaroth were buried beneath the weight of the unbreakable seal the demon had forged. Now, only Carter and Dorian existed—two beings condemned to inhabit the fragility of the flesh while the financial world continued to grind beneath their feet.The truce was non-existent. Carter, stripped of his celestial omniscience, lived in a state of permanent vigil. He was a sentry guarding not an external enemy, but the very man he was forced to assist every second of the day.Dorian’s paralysis had returned following the incident with the shaman—a physical frailty that stood in stark contrast to the voracity of his spirit. Derand Thorne had been chillingly clear: Carter was to move into the family estate. "You’re the only one he trusts," he had said with a coldness that now carried a sinister undertone."Help me, Carter. My legs
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Chapter: Sealed SoulsThe smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil.Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:"If you don't fight to keep Dorian and Carter together, Dorian will die and you, Astaroth, will vanish into eternity! Uriel will be confined to the Pit of Oblivion for his treason. You are the one with the most to lose, Demon King.""I don't care about Uriel," Astaroth growled, though his amber eyes instinctively searched for the angel's position. "I only care about continuing to exist.""Then make him love you!" the witch decreed. "If you cannot get Uriel, in Carter’s body, to
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Chapter: Dark Matters: Forbidden DesireThe touch was an electric burn that Uriel could not extinguish. Astaroth clung to him with a possessiveness that claimed not just Carter’s body, but the very essence of the angel."Do you want it inside?" the demon whispered, his voice promising both glory and the Fall in a single breath.Uriel didn't answer. He didn’t need to. His body—traitorous and thirsty—answered for him. A low, urgent moan escaped his throat as his hips, with a will of their own, pressed downward, seeking more of that friction, more of the heat that was consuming him.Astaroth smirked, a silent and devastating victory. "That’s what I thought," he murmured. Then, with agonizing slowness, he slid one of his hands between their bodies. His fingers, expert and bold, forced their way through the fabric of Uriel’s trousers until they found him—hard and throbbing, an irrefutable testament to his desire."Stop," Uriel managed between moans."Stop? Why on earth would I do that?" the demon replied, his hand maintaini
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Chapter: Truncated DestiniesThe atmosphere in the office was thick, heavy with a dangerous musky scent, but also with a melancholy that the steel of the dagger could not cut through. Uriel, still catching his breath after the kiss, felt the dead weight of Carter’s feelings crushing his divine will."I only wanted him to be happy," Uriel whispered, his voice sounding not like an archangel’s, but like that of a broken man. "Carter loved Dorian with a purity that is rare even in Heaven. That is why I didn't intervene. That is why I stayed in the shadows, guarding a romance that was technically a sin according to my laws. But never... I never imagined my silence would open the door for something like you to devour his existence."Astaroth took a step back, leaning his hip against the desk. His amber eyes shone with genuine curiosity, like a collector analyzing an ancient artifact."Tell me, Fire of God... How did it happen? How did the Prince of Finance fall from his glass pedestal?"Uriel closed his eyes, and Car
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Chapter: The Glass TowerThe sixtieth floor of the Thorne Tower didn't just smell like expensive coffee. It smelled of an imminent storm and something denser—something that scraped the back of Carter’s throat: ozone and sulfur.Carter—or rather, the being inhabiting his mortal shell, the Archangel **Uriel**—adjusted the cufflinks of his white shirt with almost mechanical precision. His mission was clear: to protect the soul of Dorian Thorne, the young CEO who, since the accident, had become a husk of pain and scars. But today, as he stepped through the steel doors, the very frequency of the universe felt out of tune."You’re late, my little one," a voice of velvet and ash resonated from the windowpane.Uriel stiffened. That was not Dorian’s timid voice.Dorian Thorne was usually confined to his motorized wheelchair, his gaze lost on the floor. But the man standing before the glass, contemplating the city skyline, stood with a predatory uprightness. He wore a crimson silk suit that seemed to reveal the ver
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