Books About Possession Novels & Stories

, Rudra Singh Rathore {Male lead of Book 5 'HADES Lost PERSEPHONE'} •PORISHMA DAS "A Strong Single Mother" "I hate Jealousy. I hate possessiveness because I am nobody's Possession", Porishma Das (Female Protagonist of book 2 'Sexiest Monster and His Possession) •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ~ Description Of The Stories & Introduction Of The leads :- • Second Story : Sexiest MONSTER And His Possession {Davis-Porishma}

I paid little attention to the festivities, preferring solitude in my study. As I approached the door to my private gun room, a frown creased my brow. It was a place of secrecy, a vault for my most prized possessions. The door should have been securely locked, yet it stood slightly ajar. Intrigued and cautious, I pushed it open, revealing a scene that left me bewildered.

"There was a car outside my building. The same guy was at the coffee shop and someone was outside the gym. I thought maybe I was just imagining it. I kept telling myself I was being paranoid. This morning -" Jessie's voice started to break. "This morning I came home and someone had been in my apartment " Jessie said. Lillian furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?" Lillian asked. "Nothing was taken," Jessie. Her breathing was hard. "Everything was still there. Things were moved around. My drawers were open. My bedroom door was open. They wanted me to know someone had been inside the penthouse." Jessie's voice trembled. "He is going to hurt me”

If she saw me zoning out one more time, she’d definitely start bugging me. We kept walking, and Veronica was her usual chatty self, typical Veronica, always rambling about milk tea and romance novels. She can stay up all night reading those love stories, but when it comes to our class textbooks? She’s already yawning by the first page. We were already inside the milk tea shop, I had my drink in hand, but Veronica was still at the counter, arguing with the server about the quality of the sugar used. A few more minutes passed before she finally wrapped things up and marched straight over to the table where I was sitting.

“Two weeks ago I finished a historical romance novel. Then I planned to read another one. Went to the bookstore and bought a new one.” “I don’t want to hear you say this is a coincidence. But yes, I’m reading the book ‘The Captive of the Demigod.’ In my opinion, there are no winged humans, unless it’s fiction like this. If you still believe what that brat of yours says, what’s in your head is completely nonsensical,” Anna insisted. She knew full well Pandora shouldn’t argue. “Alright, Aceli, just forget it.” Because that’s exactly what Pandora was going to do. She closed the black box tightly and put it inside Aceli’s bag.

Nothing. In desperation, I went to a seer. One of the oldest left uncorrupted by plane-sickness. She bled from the eyes the moment I showed her the sigil burned into the back of the book. All she said was, You were warned. Then she passed out cold. Useless. Every one of them. These worlds are filled with charlatans wrapped in prophecy, and not one of them could tell me what she is, what I took. And now she’s taken. Because I gave her sunlight and rest. Because I hesitated in making her mine.

When the push ceased, she immediately had a premonition. As if on cue, the sound of the lock turning was heard. “Since you won't let me in, stay in there until you die,” she heard Alpha Dane's voice boom through the door and shivered, quickly trying to pry the door open but it was not responding. The mocking laughter of Dane was heard, and she gave up. Gave up on everything. He gave up on herself. Her belief in the goddess watching and protecting her—she also gave that up too. “If you truly are Hawthorne, breaking down something as simple as a door should be that hard. Prove yourself and come out,” Alpha Dane said, and the sound of his retreating steps followed and then–silence.

His gaze burned into mine, and even with our far distance and a glass wall dividing us, I could feel the intensity coming from him. It was warmth, but it was too much, and it was becoming dangerous. There are times I could remember River in him. Both of them had the same characteristic, but Hans was more obsessive. Possessive. It’s suffocating. Maybe that’s the reason why I didn’t like him. “You could destroy every part of my life, and I would still crawl back to you,” he muttered, his smile becoming sardonic. “Because losing everything means nothing if I still have you.”

the Lycan demanded. Ronan walked closer, holding the book open to the diagrams. “The spirit that possessed the spiritualist didn’t vanish. It abandoned the body. It’s jumping vessels. Controlling wolves.And this…” he tapped the page “this shows how to track it and bind it.” The Lycan finally grabbed the book. His fingers skimmed the symbols, recognition flashing briefly across his eyes. “You believe this will work?” he asked. “I don’t know,” Ronan snapped. “But I know standing around sniffing the fucking wind won’t.”