Doll Possession Novels & Stories

Akim coldly stated, “They must know you are here.” A brief silence draped over the room before Nikolai heaved out a deep sigh and spoke. “Settle everything. We’re taking the doll back to the mansion.” I got lost for a moment in their conversation. What did Akim mean by that? Did Nikolai just call me a doll? What is Seraglios?

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.

Ha… But tonight, I was determined to embrace the moment. I'll enjoy myself! I grip tightly to the edge of the table as my vision becomes blurry again. I clung onto a glass filled with a mysterious concoction, and with each sip, the warmth spread through my body, replacing my anxiety with a blissful haze. As the night progressed, I found myself engrossed in conversation with the servants. They spoke highly of Callisto, the enigmatic boss of the mansion. He, an enigmatic boss, is my ass.

"You are my possesion. Whatever I want I get" His voice boomed with power and authority. I was confused. I had no qualities. I was not an American top model, I had no status or cliche I would even compare my self with with a distinct fashion designer because she wears designer clothes but he choosed to own me. Someone with baggages a person who has burdens, someone who had nothing concrete to give a man like him even though a man like him had everthing and yet he choose me.

"You will die here. And your fucking wild rutt of a mate is dying right now in the depths of jungles of this city. I am not fucking stupid to leave a fucking mated wolf to track me down for killing his mate." He picked up an iron rod, at the of which was a heavy metal containing screws and iron plates attached, something like it was pulled out of a vehicle, a heavy truck, belonging in a garage. Some rust was covering it from the tip to the end. I had never seen it at our home, ever. He had brought it with himself. He had planned everything. Mason swung it left and right in the air in front of my eyes, making me aware that he wanted to see the fear of upcoming death in my eyes.

It didn’t take Reggie a second before she opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced quickly when Cash made a serious growl that vibrated against my skin. “I am not blaming it on her, my sweet, other than the fact she doesn’t know an ass from a tail. She procured a certain item, for a certain witch, that can allow the possession of ANY walking, talking body of flesh...with a soul, no matter if it's just a tiny trace. Unlike humans, you will find 99.9% of the Other population aren’t stupid enough to allow a demon to touch their soul, if they were humans prior to becoming Other. Full blooded Others can't be possessed, result of that interesting safe guard from Heaven, BUT, full bloods are a

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

he replied, his voice low and seductive. "I want you," he continued, his fingers tracing higher up her thigh. "I want to possess you, to claim you as mine and mine alone." Luna stared at him in disbelief as he spoke, she got up to leave but he pulled her by her wrist making her fall on his lap. "Where do you think you're going, Blossom?" He asked, his voice playful but with a hint of authority.

For me, it was a good thing since it meant I got to be alive. “You confuse me, Esteban. One minute I think you like me and the next, I think you are trying to let me know you mean to kill me.” He got up, stood between my legs as his hands caressed my skin. “Kill you, Caitlin? I plan to keep you.” His voice was raw, his touch was possessive. Keep me? As a toy? “What if I don’t want to be kept?” I whispered softly. He pressed his lips against mine, claiming me in a hot, desperate kiss. His hand squeezed gently on my breasts, then slid lower until it was between my thighs, massaging my most sensitive flesh.

I hadn’t stepped foot in a university library since I dropped out of grad school, and back then I wasn’t exactly the occult section’s most loyal visitor. But here I was, clutching a notebook full of increasingly unhinged observations about a possessed doll that whispered to me, made me come in my sleep, and definitely moved when I wasn’t looking. The logical part of my brain, the part that liked neatly restored paintings and clean brushes and answers, was having a very bad month.