Novel & Cerita Dreams Of Being Possessed

The vivid images of Lucas, teeth bared and eyes ablaze, holding her down, growling in a sea of feral urges—intense and unnerving—had become a nightly ritual, a dance with desires she wasn't ready to confront. Shaking her head in the dim morning light, Jessica tried to dispel the haunting remnants of her dreams, recognizing the danger they posed. Dangerous, not in their explicit nature, but in the truths they hinted at, truths she wasn't prepared to unearth. Yet, like shadows, these feral urges clung to her.

It included— Classical possession: (where a demon takes over a person's body, controlling them like a puppet). Obsessive possession: (creating recurring disturbing thoughts, causing suicidal ideation). External possession: (where physical pain is caused to the subject, though they remain conscious). And finally, and most importantly, Oppressive possession:

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.

The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy. Someone.

"I've never seen you had anything to do with bottles, if you truly made them, how come you never knew how it got into your dress?" "Well it was at that time I understood, myself, knowing that all these had happen in dreams and not real, but I guess it's real. I didn't even know I got to cure him of the witch possession, it all felt like I was being controlled not in the wrong way, just like where you follow your instincts and still know you're right about it." "It happens to us too, but I guess it's way more than you think. I'll be sure of everything before taking any actions I guess"

“They’ve been showing up in our pack for a few months now.” I blinked. “A beast what?” “A beast demon,” he repeated. “They’re creatures that destroy and kill but that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that they can possess us. Once they do, they control everything. Our minds and bodies. We don’t know what we’re doing anymore. We just… kill.” I stared at him, stunned. “What are you saying right now?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around his words. “They possess people? Like… take over your body?”

“I think they might be sleeping. Why? What are you planning?” She heard him snort in disbelief. “You wouldn’t believe me if I even attempted to find a way to explain it. Just keep talking to me. Tess wants to try something.” “Uh, okay. I’ve decided I want to break this Lester guy’s nose, as well, Dom. It’s only right. Sure, he left the door open for air or so he thinks, but I still need to break something on him for making me stay in this pit of mildew...” She stopped and bolted up on the cot when there was a sound in the corner that broke the never-ending silence. Squinting, she thought she could see the outline of someone. Like people just appear out of nowhere! Great! “Dom? I’m st

Daniel I didn’t choose to stand up the second I woke from that dream of Christian’s enforcer fucking me raw. The thing inside made the movement. It fixed my hands around the bars and bent them outward with scarcely an effort. One of the priests heard the noisy groan of warping metal and came rushing to investigate. The thing puppeting me broke the father’s neck without a second thought, stealing the keys from his belt. Jessi already thought I was possessed, but this is far different from my previous enthrallment. I know for a fact that it’s not Christian’s spirit seizing control of every corner of my being. This thing is cold, repulsive, filthy--

Like my value had diminish, and that being the Lycan King’s concubine was my last purpose. It felt surreal. I was even denial. But as the day passed, and the schedule of the inauguration came, I couldn’t do anything but grasp at the horrifying truth that I no matter what I do, the nightmare had already became my reality, and that the only way to escape it was to live through it.

What I knew was when a person was possessed, they tend to do awful things. Things they might not remember after the deed was done. “Sin, please, you are hurting me!” I said, a little louder, so he could snap out of the daze he was in. Yet, he didn't let go. Or maybe he wasn't in any daze. “What do you want with me?!” He demanded. He gripped my shoulder and shook me. “I-I…” I stuttered. Shit! Why was I stuttering? It wasn't like I did anything wrong. Yet, I couldn't make a sentence with complete sense.