Flowey Possession Sans Novels & Stories

Every time it feels like dying all over again. Tears slip down my cheeks. I close my eyes, waiting for it. Instead, after a long silence, I feel a hand brush my skin. Not harsh, not punishing, but soft. My eyes fly open, and Festar is staring down at me with an expression I cannot comprehend. His thumb moves slowly across my cheek, wiping away my tears. His eyes glisten, heavy with something I do not expect—sadness.

I picked up my ear piece and started listening to music. It really helped me a lot as i got distracted and I love singing . I was listening to fearless by lost sky. Over the edge, feel like I'm Floating through the air The pain i felt is paid for, all is Said and done ... I am restricted, fixed upon the web I need to kick the habit that my mind is breathing in Break out, I've got to see Spending my life holding all of it closely I played it innocent, a feel discontent I'm finally facing it all, fearless!

Nessa said raising an eyebrow in suspicion, “What for and what memory?” “That reason is my own. I will use a way for the memory to be chosen, it is a spell that I will use on you, and it will choose a memory that connects yourself and myself.” Al’ik said, continuing to smile. Nessa noticed that she was a little too happy at the price. “So you’re telling me that you will possess the memory that your spell chooses and I lose it?” Nessa asked. She had no idea what the use of possessing something as useless as someone else’s memory.

"I’m really sorry, Za ... I don't mean anything badly to you, really." Khanza sighed. She had the idea that maybe, Kenzo was possessed by something. If you think about it again, Khanza thinks Kenzo is a mysterious figure. The guy could get rid of the spirits who had evil intentions, could see and hear them, but could not detect their presence. For example, the big enemy of Khanza and Keanu. Kenzo was able to expel him from Khanza's body, but could not feel his presence. Also, the spirits who had been bothering Khanza in this garden. They all immediately disappeared when Kenzo came.

He lifted his claw and caressed her fallen strands, placing them back behind her ears. “I am here, Savannah; nobody will touch you. You are my possession.” That word coming from his inside was heard by her, making her eyes widen in astonishment. He could talk, and he knew her name. She never knew what she did to get these strange encounters in her life. Her feared tears didn’t stop coming from her eyes, and the moment her last tear dropped, the beasts who claimed her as his possession stepped away to fight with her killer. He was slicing them like veggies, and none of them was strong enough to stand against him. But how did she forget she had another battle to fight for where no one could sa

She growls in anger and I watch as my body grows taller, floating higher. She turns my possessed body to face Joffrey. Happy, kind, and nerdy Joffrey who looks so frightened as he shouts words to someone. Abbie doesn’t like what he says as my body floats toward him in an instant. I watch as my hand, the one she is controlling, encompasses his throat. He meets my gaze, his fear and plea ringing so loudly in his eyes I swear the world could go deaf. He peers through her possession and into my eyes, searching for me, calling me to help him.

Now Hores had no reason to remain suspended between two choices. His grip on Avanthe’s jawbone was brutally tight. It would take just one painful move, and Avanthe’s death would align with the edge of the woman’s own existence. Hores sneered cynically. The fear in Avanthe’s eyes was a strange, new, and delightful sensation. He found himself satisfied watching the lips that had once belonged to him tremble. The stammering Avanthe had become a new source of power. It was a pleasure, such a pleasure, to see the woman under his grip like this. Hores thought, perhaps he was simply too kind. But his father’s blood—that cruel, savage nature—was something ingrained in his subconscious—Hores had simp

I've been preserved in amber, I am one with the sheets, I am zen. Back at the plush bed, I sink even further into comfort, soft sweet smelling fabric pushing against my cheek. My limbs are pliant, every muscle in my face relaxed, each breath in and out is evenly spaced. Relaxed back into the same fucking position I collapsed in last night. This guy is a FUCKING IDIOT. Does he really think I am his actual pet and not a woman planning violent, glorious murder.

She's a sly fox but I'm going to get her back. She may have won this round but she should be careful, I'm gonna make her pay for this and I mean it. She chose the wrong game to play with me, it's on and she'll get tired before she even starts. Of all the things she picked to put on here, she had to go pick porn videos, freaking stupid porn videos. She's a little devil ___________________________________________ I was already fast asleep last night when she and dad came back. I was going to ask her about the flashdrive, I know it was her but I just wanted to hear her say it.

While trying to hold her tears, Flora went to Giselle's and Xander's room. She is scared and tired right now. The Hairbow that her mother gave to her are in her left hand. She is holding it tightly because she doesn't want to give it to her sister. All the things that her mother gave to her, All of that was robbed by her sister. She get it with all of her force. And she will not let her to snatch it from her.