Fyodor Dostoevsky The Possessed Novels & Stories

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.”

I murmured to myself, my voice low yet resolute, the words solidifying my resolve. For the first time since my arrival here, I felt a flicker of belief ignite within me. Tonight wasn’t just another night. It was the night I would reclaim my freedom. … … . Damien's Mansion: Damien's POV The air in my study felt suffocating tonight, heavy with unresolved tension, as if the walls themselves could feel the storm brewing within me. I stood next to the expansive window, gazing into the inky blackness of the night sky—a vast expanse that seemed to mock my desperation. I knew the answers wouldn’t materialize in the stars, but I was resolute. My decision was made.

As he closed the toilet lid and sat down. "You know what I want, G125. You know that I can blow your head, right? Just think about your daughter waiting for you outside. You don't want to traumatize her, right?" Derus said, making Giselle helplessly follow what he wants. She knows what kind of person is in front of her. It's a monster, a devil incarnation. Giselle pulled down the zipper of her white floral dress, exposing her upper body. She carefully took off her nipple tape. She glanced at the person she wanted to kill right now, and that person was drooling at the sight of her body.

“Hot hot hot” the possessed screamed out when its torso was reconnected to its lower half. It rolled around on the ground, trying its hardest to put out the fire. Although it couldn’t be killed by normal means, it still felt pain. After a few seconds of rolling around, the fire went out. But it wasn’t because of its efforts. The fire went out because Mane had broken his connection to it. Since the creepy thing couldn’t die, keeping his flames going would only be a waste of his inner energy. Of course the possessed that had the mind of a little boy didn’t think so. As far as it was concerned, the fire went out because of its efforts.

“I don’t know what to believe!” “Dr. Ashford!” he shouts. “Do you think that man had the strength, let alone desire, to assault you in the middle of the living room? A man his age shouldn’t have been able to overpower someone like you–someone whose dealt with unruly patients, whose had to lift people out of beds–” “You’re saying he was possessed?” “Yes, Layla.” “This is ridiculous.” “Vera,” he says sharply, cutting me off. “Vera is in on this. She’s working with him, or he’s in her head. He can influence people, especially weak-minded individuals who are more susceptible.”

She could have made the dungeon warm if she still possessed her powers. “I promise everyone that I will try my best to get you out of this hell. Please don't give up and believe me.” She said and wanted to leave, but one of them stopped her. “I noticed something strange about Beta Decimus,” “I noticed it too,” another said. “I think he is possessed,” another said, and the first two nodded in agreement. Carissa knew what was going on immediately. The spirit world had possessed him.

I said not knowing what took over me. "Really? " He said staring at me like I just betrayed him by taking his side. "This is what I want to explain" I said staring right into his eyes. "Go on" he said like he is on the verge of loosing control and destroying whatever ever is in his way. "I have a demon Dylan" I said unhappily. His expression changed slightly. "What do you mean? " He said with a serious face. "Dy I also don't understand how it all works" I said confused.

I don't even have a job now that my boss has been murdered, and I do not wish to borrow a loan to repay a loan. God, this is hard for me, and I need help. It also didn't help that all day, I felt like someone was following me. I had spoken to Jasper about this, and in his words, he insisted it might've just been some crazy stalker who was dumb enough to have feelings for me.

He would strike them countless times in the head until their skull was visible, and then he would stick their finger in it. Fabio looked at him with a disgusted look. Rodrigo was right, after all, Pablo is indeed a psychopath. “Drop your weapons!” A loud voice roared and their heads snapped to the source. It was Louis, and he was holding Diaz at gunpoint. “Shit.” Fabio cursed under his breath. “Unles you want the old man to die, drop your weapons.” Fabio stared at him with contempt before he finally dropped it and threw his hands in the air.

I nodded at him surprised by his thick Russian accent. Sitting down I curled my feet up under me and removed my bookmark and began reading the start of a new chapter. The room was kind of cold and I was about to get up to put on some socks and maybe my sweater when Roark stood up walking to a closet in the hallway. He returned with a soft black throw handing it over. It kind of creeped me out, half because he read my mind and a half because I was reading a book about somebody who just knew things about people. I knew in all actuality it was probably because I had been rubbing my arms and moving around a lot.