Fyodor Dostoevsky The Possessed Novels & Stories

"A lot of literature says that the original drinkers from the river had their powers influenced by the reflection of their inner self. The original Summoner was an insecure young girl, who wanted to be someone she was not." Delving my hands into my damp hair, I fight the urge to cry, the feeling burning at the back of my eyes. "So you're saying the Beast is...well, a child-eating beast because it was creepy pervert as a human?" Tai asks unnervingly, unsure if he wants an absolute answer. None of us want this. I can tell we all have that uncomfortable feeling lingering over us, accompanied by a feral rage to kill whatever disgusting creature this predator has turned into.

His eyes skimmed the dark room which smelt mostly of dust and soon,his eyes landed on a figure. It was a man,chained tightly to a chair,his head was leaned down as though unconcious. Dorian frowned when he smelt his scent. "He's a shifter" He said confused,why was Raphael keeping a shifter hostage. Was he a rogue maybe "He's also a damned soul" Dorian shot his gaze at the man standing beside him as his frown deepened. "How's that possible?" Dorian questioned "I don't know" He replied honestly cause he too was perplexed when he got of this finding.

The demon cackled and Adom felt the urge to maim go up a few notches. Suddenly a blood-curdling scream sounded out before it abruptly cut off giving way to uneasy silence. Adom felt his lips turn up in a grin as the demon shifted uneasily looking between the door leading to the room and to where Adom was tied to the chair, suddenly relaxing back looking fully at ease. “Usually everyone sees my possessive side but what they don’t see is that my lover has one to match mine and he is obviously not happy with whatever little message you left behind.” Adom said conversationally as the door started banging like someone was being hit against it repeatedly.

I just repaid him and you're here barking like a deraged dog" Lewis retored and slience stepped Edwardo Dennis,the real owner of the graveyard cartel. He's the most fierce drug lord in Germa The competition got too rough for him and on a shoot out with the police he lost his two legs. He got disabled and that alone required a new mafia As at then Lewis was only 14years of age. He got Lewis tried and before long, Lewis Flyheart was a badàss àss kicke But, Lewis did all that for a reason;A reason best known to them bo

Did I do something wrong? Who is this? Why is he pulling me? I tried to pull my hands free from his grip, but I couldn’t. He was holding on too tightly. I was starting to feel dizzy, so I lifted my head to see who this guy was who was dragging me away. “Don’t even try to snatch your hand away from me, Alina.” After he said that, he turned to look at me. It felt like a bucket of cold water had just poured over me. My heart was racing so fast. I still felt dizzy and drunk, but I knew exactly whose eyes were staring at me right now.

“Show yourself before I’ll kill each of you tonight!” At that moment, Dianna stared at the man who was standing next to Thea. She was certain that he was the man who tried to feed her earlier. He gasped and said, “It was me, Madam. But I put poison on the food, and she eat a few of it. Don’t worry, it won’t kill her right away.” Thea burst into laughter and clapped. She couldn’t believe that one of her men was smart enough to think that way.

"And if you ,ever dare to let the thought of another man to even invade into your dreams who's not me then I'll be your worst nightmare, Heaven, " Inessa peered into his eyes, clueless because she didn't know why he was saying all those things to her but the deadly amount of possession she had seen in his eyes for her had terrified her till her core. Her eyes continued to gaze at him, wordlessly. She, for a brief moment forgot about each and everything that was happening to her and was going to happen because at that moment, under his possesive gaze, Inessa just stared at that destruction which her fate had brought to her for saving her from the outside world.

He saw me. I forced a little laugh immediately. “And how are you so sure that I am not having an affair outside of our marriage, Mr. Vetrov.” I teased. He came closer with a proud smile on his face. “Because even with all your beauty and your curvy figure, my dearest wife, no sane man would dare come close to you, not when they know you are Don Nikolai's Possession.” he said and curled his arm around my waist. I felt my heart jump when he said that, the way he said it, the look in his eyes and the depth of his voice. It wasn't just mere words to him, he believed it!

It was quite an enjoyable day. There were no other customers on the second floor, so Chase was the only one there. Rolfene quietly snuck out to sit opposite Chase. Chase told her about what he saw at the city lord's manor that morning and asked Rolfene, who was an experienced supernatural being, for her opinion. "She's obviously possessed, and it's in the worst way possible. It's a vicious kind of possession that will eat away the living being," Rolfene gave her opinion.

Desperation. The kind of kiss you give someone when you’re not sure if you’ll get another. ⸻ Far across the city, in a quiet villa cloaked in shadows, a man stood over a chessboard. He moved a black bishop and smiled. “Tell the others,” he murmured to the figure beside him. “It’s time.” The woman nodded. “Target?” “Elana Moretti.” His smile widened. “Hurt the heart, and the beast will lose his mind.”