Doll Possession Novels & Stories

For the first time in a long while, someone touched me without cruelty. And I let myself feel. QUESTION OF THE DAY Alice has discovered that her husband has another woman—will she finally walk away? Her visit to Christopher’s house crossed a dangerous line. Will this trespass destroy everything? READ: POSSESSION OR LOVE?

"You're jealous." "I'm not jealous." "You are. You're sitting here fuming because your mate is hanging out with someone else." "He's not my mate. I already said I'm not accepting the bond." "Your wolf doesn't know that." Dawson sat back down. "Listen, you can deny this all you want. But eventually it's going to catch up with you. The bond doesn't care about your feelings or your logic. It just is." I hated that he was right. Hated that I couldn't control this. Couldn't make it go away.

"I have more men than you have bullets. I have more money than you will ever see in your lifetime. And I have patience, Alessandro. Patience you cannot imagine. I have waited decades for the things I want. I can wait a little longer." "What do you want with Elena Rossi?" "She has something that belongs to me. Something her father stole before he died. I want it back." "Then take it from her. You do not need to buy her to take an object." Malachai's smile faded. His black eyes grew colder, if that was possible. "The object is inside her. It is not something she can hand over. It is something she carries. Something she does not even know she carries."

He then went to the Queens and picked up Yvette and Livia to go to the Creek Villa that Cody had gifted him. The Wicked One Ogden was looking at his cursed voodoo doll forlornly in the villa. This voodoo doll was formed by immersing a dead body with the power of a curse. Ogden was not exactly a combatant, so he could only depend on such tricks to try and keep himself safe. Kayson said with a slight frown, “Ogden, this isn’t exactly a humane thing to do. I’d advise you to give it up.” Ogden smiled bitterly. “This is made from the body of my only disciple. We were very close.

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

His mansion may appear haunted and eerie at night time but nothing prepares you to be blown by it in wide daylight- cream-colored walls, a huge staircase right in the middle of the halls that are adorned with a red carpet that looks so luxurious and it feels like a crime walking on it, each corner here has beautiful paintings hanging around each meaningful yet destructive but the eye-catcher of them all is the one that comes in your eye sight as you walk up the stairs. The canvas is so huge that it covers the whole wall, a sight fulfilling your whole sight, among the chaos of colors it appears to be a woman swaying enthrallingly with her right side in display, her hair painted with soft blac

“It won't be difficult getting a single hairstrand from Paloma, all I have to do is tell her she's pretty, and she'll come licking my feet. And with you, I could just grab you and pluck a hairstrand out. Then I'll conduct a dna test, then show it to my father, that his supposed wife who never had children, had a child a long time ago, hid her, and tried to bring her into the family by marrying her off to the youngest son of Sangos. Great news right? It'll be such hot gossip.” A broad smile appeared on my face as I stared at her. “You'll do no such thing.” Her voice was laced with anger, her eyes burned with rage.

She knew it was against his will and he knew it was dangerous, so why did he in the end? Since a month ago, she had seen her unconscious cousin like this. Just like this. He had signs of life -- breathing and a pulse -- but was left in a vegetative state: closed eyes, paralyzed limbs, and same old lying position. He had been like this since the conjurer summoned the demon since it took over André’s body. Demon possessions are supposed to be destructive and wild in nature, but this one was a rare sight. It was as if it was just waiting for a prime opportunity for something to happen.

Win looked up as the hellhound curled up in his arms while purring with contentment. “Darling this is a hellhound pup from hell itself.” Adom hoped his lover could see reason. “She’s too cute to hurt us right baby? Isn’t that right girl? You’re too cute to hurt us!” Win crooned at the hellhound as he rubbed her ears and she purred as her tail wagged happily.

The whole possession thing? 'For fucks sake, Casey.' He sighed, but I swear I saw a glimmer of a smile pulling on the corners of his mouth. 'If you must know,' he said, sitting down on the sofa and reaching for his boots which he began to pull on. 'Possession is a thing, just not one of ours. Most supposed demonic possessions are bullshit hoaxes, either set up by the Council to scaremonger humans into believing their lies, or by your people out to find their five minutes of fame. Originally, of course, it was the first of those two. Council agents would possess the person in question, and make people believe it was the work of the Devil or his demons, and when the Church, in all its many for