Doll Possession Novels & Stories

As he closed the toilet lid and sat down. "You know what I want, G125. You know that I can blow your head, right? Just think about your daughter waiting for you outside. You don't want to traumatize her, right?" Derus said, making Giselle helplessly follow what he wants. She knows what kind of person is in front of her. It's a monster, a devil incarnation. Giselle pulled down the zipper of her white floral dress, exposing her upper body. She carefully took off her nipple tape. She glanced at the person she wanted to kill right now, and that person was drooling at the sight of her body.

You could say that in such a short time, it became a dumpster instead of a house. But whatever...even if there was a big gorilla in front of me or some alien space ship speeding towards me, I don't think it would've been enough to faze me. The only thing that keeps getting on my nerves, is the fact that I'm now someone's 'possession'. Not just anyone's but the man who practically just beat my father half to death. How wonderful! I feel heavily disgusted to think that I actually kissed him and liked it...well to be honest 'liked' would be an understatement...I loved it. And not to mention the fact that I had mind-blowing sex with him once.

My heart pounded in my chest as I moved cautiously through the dimly lit and decrepit corridors. And then, I saw her—a she-wolf, wild-eyed and trembling, her Brown fur matted and unkempt. Her eyes, normally filled with clarity, were clouded by an otherworldly darkness. The very essence of possession seemed to emanate from her. "Easy now," I whispered softly, trying to maintain a calm and soothing demeanor. I knew that confronting a possessed soul was a delicate and dangerous task. I extended my hand toward the distressed she-wolf, my fingers trembling with the weight of my newfound powers.

"Why did I hope that you would forget that?" Ivory chuckled. "We are here to collect on it. We need you to send an animal to a pack house for us." Dom tilted his head. "To a pack house? You do realize that a pack of wolves would be able to fight off an animal." "That's why we need your help. This animal wouldn't be from this world. It'd be from another." Dom frowned, and Demetria noticed a sweat break out across his forehead. "Hellhounds?"

"If this man isn't the only of such a scandal,then wouldn't you think of how many are roaming free while under the clothing of being shifters" He was right, if there were more of creatures like this chained man then certainly,it would be risky as shifters weren't able to sniff out damned souls so if this things could cloth as shifters then they could easily blend in. Without hesitation,Dorian agreed,his pack needed thorough check,he didn't want a chance of a damned soul being among his warriors. . . . ×××××××××××××××××× It was already evening by the time Dorian returned home.

I slid my phone across the table and Mortis studied the blinking dot. “Looks like she’s in the central storage room,” he said. “That’s a problem.” “Why?” I asked. “Because that room has no windows, only two exits,” Marlo explained. “Both easily guarded. If they expect rescue, that’s exactly where they would put her.” “Fantastic,” I muttered. Emilio cracked his knuckles. “So what? We still go in.” Nick hummed thoughtfully. “We need a distraction.” Mortis snapped his fingers.

“This is about survival. Yours and mine.” “Then maybe you should let me go,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. He laughed—a bitter, humorless sound. “You still don’t get it, do you? You’re not just some woman in my house, Elana. You’re my wife now. My possession. That title comes with protection… and consequences.” The word “possession” echoed in her ears like a slap. Her voice wavered, but she didn’t look away. “You can’t force love, Luca.”

One hand after another. But before I could pull myself up, I heard a soft clink—a sound so faint I almost thought I imagined it. Then, I saw it. A small, sleek object fell from the maid’s pocket, hitting the ground with a soft thud. My eyes widened. It was a pistol.

He reassured her, saying, "Mom, it's normal. Kids can be mischievous. Didn't some kid throw stones at our neighbor's dog not long ago?" Jasper agreed, "Exactly. It was probably just an accident. And you've checked and made sure everything inside is fine. We just need to be patient and wait." I quietly carried the doll back to my room. As soon as I entered, I felt something was off about the thing in my hands. Its eyes shifted slightly, as if sensing its surroundings. Then, its expression slowly turned into one of despair. That meant it probably couldn't come over at night to suck my blood anymore.

She shook her head to relax and glanced at the message. [Meet tonight at the warehouse. 11:30pm] The phone buzzed again. [Don't try anything I wouldn't, my monster in training.] The last message had a devil emoji attached that made Calla's skin crawl. The message erased, leaving the message box blank like it was never there. Calla pressed her lips together and tossed the phone to her bed. She's drained and needed to lay her head. But she couldn't. She shouldn't, because she'll meet one of her demons in her sleep.