Novel & Cerita Dreams Of Being Possessed

I try to walk past him but he catches me and turns his back to the sofa to sit with me on his knees. I could fight him off, but I don't. I grab his hands and I let him see into my mind again. I let him see what I find suspicious and I let him follow through my conspiracies. I let him feed because he has expended himself keeping up with me. I worry that he might turn on me though, as he had under possession before. Which gives me my last grand scheme. "Nox, can you be possessed by two people at once?" "No. No you cannot. One will take precedence over the other."

"Despite all they did, you still loved them... That is the reason your powers could not possess them." "What?" "During mind-control and possession, a lot of things happen. You get access to the person's mind and thoughts, take control of their body, and possess their will. They become like a doll. At that point, there is this feeling of dominance that always creeps into you. The feeling that you can do just what you want, that crazy bubble of pride and mockery of the person. At that point, you could even ask the person to jump into the sea before realizing it. Your powers know the harm you could cause, so it doesn't go close to the ones you love. It is unable to possess the souls your heart

“Even if you don’t believe me, I felt it. And if I felt it, it was real.” Without waiting for my opinion, she began dragging furniture toward the door. A table. A chair. Whatever she could lift. I watched her for a second, and then I heard it. Low familiar whispers in my head which soon turned to chants. I shook my head. No. That wasn't possible. It wasn't nighttime, was it? How long had I slept? I tried moving, but my vision was hazy and my stance weak, so I staggered instead. Fuck! My demons were actually trying to possess me and I hadn't even locked myself away or restrained myself. Worse, she was here, in the same room as me!

“I will never be yours!” “Silence, and come to me!” With a single command, the deity made my body move toward him. I tried to resist, but I couldn’t. “Now, kiss me!” I rose onto my toes, my lips inching closer to his. I tried to throw myself back, to fight it, but my body refused to obey. The moment his lips touched mine, a violent vision consumed me—a world engulfed in flames, countless species falling, wolves possessed, performing endless rituals with bodies hanging, bleeding dry. The man from my dreams was chained, a collar around his neck, naked, his flesh torn by the constant lashes of a whip. His cold, vacant eyes, shattered and lost, stared ahead at the god—at Nocturnus—and beside him

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

My Grandma would probably freak out if she heard it… I figured that for her, our family's curse was actually sacred. On top of it all, I found my dreams of my boss more and more annoying. It felt like each time I dreamt about him something was possessing my body. I couldn't react like I normally would, it was like I suddenly was becoming someone else entirely. There was some “other me” in those dreams. I could feel everything that other me was feeling, but I didn't have any control over her body. It was like I was experiencing her life as it was, or entering a kind of fantasy… That made me meet with a rude awakening every morning after that. I truly wished those dreams would never happen aga

"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.

Theo cried and walked off. I let out an earth shattering laugh but let him go this time. It's not like he can get away from me even if he wanted to. He was already trapped under my dream spell. Every night, I can invade him in his dreams. If I really wanted to, I could suck all of his lifeforces until there's nothing left inside him. Then, he would belong to me, and only me. He would become my sex slave. But I won't do that. Not yet. It was too early for that.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

The ones that aren't even in the condition to be worn. "Then why would you steal from Alyssa?" I scream and struggle against her as she drags me towards the bathroom and I know very well what's about to come next. "Please! Please no!" Blinding lights hit my eyes as I jerk awake with a gasp. Taking enormous breaths to let air in my lungs, I gape around to find myself laying in what appears to be a hospital bed. Violent tremors run through my body as the nightmare still lingers in my brain. The door rushes open revealing Alessio outfitted in a high-end suit walking in.