Romans & histoires Books About Possession

I squeezed it, pulled my nipple hard between my fingers. My thighs shook, my mouth was open. Breathing fast. "Look at you," he says in my head. "Already soaking for a man you don't even know." My fingers moved faster. I spread my legs wider. My heel dug into the mattress as I rocked my hips up, chasing the pressure. "You want me to fill this tight little pussy?" "Please," I whispered. "Yes." I imagined him fucking me rough, slamming into me while my wrists were pinned. I pictured his hand on my throat. His mouth at my ear, calling me greedy. Dirty. His cock dragging against my walls so deep I couldn't breathe.

"It explains why they no longer care about the consequences of their actions. Even the youngest or the bravest has been brainwashed, or is being manipulated by fragments of Damien within them. " "It's bigger than his psychic possession it seems." "It is. It really is." "Anything in your book on how to stop it?" I asked, and she scanned through the pages of her book. "Unfortunately, other than an exorcism, it doesn’t say much about how to get rid of soul possession. There is judgment for covens that willingly do what this coven has done, but that is up to the spirits to decide." "Crazy how they make it a point to drag Kylie out of her comfort zone often, but they don't seem to be doing much a

But when she tried to sit upright, she realized something was wrong. She couldn't move. A hand restricted her movement and she panicked at once. Who the hell was holding her?! Her brain didn't process that it was Marco, instead it processed that Simone might be the one holding her in bed. This thought disgusted her as she slowly turned to see if it truly was Simone. God forbid she ever had anything to do with her uncle! It was like all those books she collected from Grace. The ones where love with one's family or relative was considered a forbidden romance.

he touches my forehead and shuts his eyes for a few seconds, he suddenly lets go of me "Just like I suspected, you're being haunted" "Haunted? how?" Tommy sighs at me, I need to hear the priest's opinion too "Ghosts can't possess you, but they can still haunt you, demons to be exact" Tommy gives me that I told you so look "But why would they do that?" "Uhmmm I think is the power you possess they're drawn to it" I remember Tommy mentioning something like that." it has happened to you before anyway, but I will try to help you the way I can"

Giselle muttered as she cried in his arms. 'I am willing to be under your possession'

And something faintly metallic beneath it all. Blood. --- His fingers moved across worn spines until he found what he sought. Soul Vessels. Forbidden Possessions. Underworld Bindings. Kael pulled the heavy books free and placed them across a nearby table. The candles lit themselves automatically. He began reading. --- Hours passed silently. Only the sound of turning pages filled the room. Kael’s expression darkened more with every text. Some spoke of spirits entering weak bodies. Others described possession through mirrors, cursed artifacts, blood rituals.

"Little notes. Little questions." I stopped two feet away. I watched her turn a page. She looked up. Her eyes were dark and bright and completely pleased with themselves. "Tell me, ward. Do you write about him too What you observe What you imagine" "That is private," I said. Fourteen pages. Everything I had quietly collected to make sense of where I was and what was happening to me and why. "Is it" She turned another page. "Everything in this house belongs to Alessandro. Which means, technically"

My fingers trace along a few promising books like ritual studies, old magic, psychic links—I’m impressed by the things they keep here, but none of them contain the detail I need. I need to find more. I desperately scour through the whole place, careful not to break the dust that blankets the shelves, so no one will notice that someone sneaked in here. Then, my eyes drift to a manuscript tucked behind a set of other old books. The title along the spine reads: Soul Tethers and Mate Imprints. My pulse skips as I pull it out and flip through the pages. This must be it! I’ve never snatched a book this fast in my life. I find a secluded corner of the study and lower myself to the floor, book in ha

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

I should return to my chambers, should maintain the careful schedule that kept me safely within established boundaries. Instead, I found myself drawn deeper into the library's maze of shelves, following an instinct I couldn't name toward sections I hadn't yet explored. The books grew older as I moved toward the back of the room, their bindings more fragile, their subjects increasingly esoteric. Here were volumes on subjects that academic institutions would dismiss as superstition—treatises on lycanthropy, studies of lunar influences on human behavior, collections of spells that claimed to bind souls to animal forms. Research, I thought with grim humor. Someone has been doing very specific re