Fyodor Dostoevsky The Possessed Novels & Stories

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--

DAMIEN’S POV I walked into my study still smiling from the joke Freda made concerning my home. I knew its a pretty little thing but i just can’t get over how humans over emphasis on material things. I wonder what she will say if she did see the pack house, i said to no one in particular. I took a sit preparing for the piled of meetings tomorrow. Its going to be a hectic day for me.

"Did you check out those macaroons I brought for you? They really were Eiffel tower shaped." Even if she was trying her best to distract me, I still can't get my mind over it. I pushed my mattress and took out the red file from beneath it. It was a mess with its papers everywhere. I picked them up and sat on my bed again. Stella looked surprised as she came in front of me eyeing the file. "What is this?" She asked. I shrugged and started rummaging through the papers. "Can you search the meaning of Nyctophobia?" I asked her. She looked at me funnily then started searching it on her phone.

“And I saw the possession. Not of you, but of us. Of our two souls finally recognizing each other. It was destiny. You felt it, too. Don't lie.” “I felt something,” I admit grudgingly, fighting the shiver his proximity causes. “But I felt a lot of things. Mostly confusion and a terrifying loss of control. It was intoxicating and awful. And that does not equate to packing a suitcase and moving to your fiefdom.” He leans in a little, voice low and teasing. “I love when you’re possessed by desire like that. Nothing turns me on faster.” I shove him square in the chest. “You’re an idiot.”

Or am I doomed to be caught in the very power I tried to escape? Chapter 1 – Serena Fyodor Dostoevsky, a famous Russian novelist, once said, “The soul is healed by being with children.”I could not agree more. They were so pure, so innocent, and bundles of joy to be with—almost like a healing balm. Their energy was pure and uninhibited, which filled me with a sense of peace. Being around them reminded me of everything good and pure, like when the world first began, unraveling itself like flower petals, unfolding and tilting toward the sun to be fed, and aging as the hands on the clocks ticked by.

Compliancy runs in my veins and is etched in my muscles. "She's a goddess." Alessio moves closer. "She represents a lot of things along with empowerment." Steps carefree and voice dry, he stops when he's standing so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. "Ask me more about her, Nicole." It's a demand rather than a statement and so utterly powerful that I find my cries quieting down and a small noise escapes my throat urging him to continue. "She was violent and bloodthirsty, defeated many demons that others couldn't."

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

I didn’t have the luxury to overthink—not when I was running out of options. For a moment, I thought he was going to help me. I really believed he would do something good, that he would show kindness. But I was wrong. Before I could process what was happening, he suddenly closed the distance between us. In one swift motion, his hand was around my neck—not in a way that hurt me, but in a way that felt disturbingly sensual. His grip was firm, almost possessive. He wasn’t choking me, but the weight of his hand sent a shiver through my entire body.

Filling and grabbing another glass of liquor from the table, he took a sip from it but without taking his eyes away from that person sitting on his bed who had not even mistakenly looked in his direction for once. "Actually I have bought something, so.." his eyes wandered all over her naked frame. "I am checking my possession on it," his words made her hug her knees more tightly because they crushed her soul cruelly. She was his possession now. He had bought her like a thing and now that was the ultimate truth of her life that he was her sole possessor. "So I won't be able to return home tonight as I need to do some more deep and thorough checks on my possession," he uttered, sniggering sile

My eyes keep blinking, fighting against the haze, but it doesn’t work. God, I was overcome. No, not just overcome. Possessed. That’s what it felt like—like I was falling headfirst into an endless, bottomless pit where no light existed. Engulfed by a strange, suffocating darkness that stripped me of myself. I wasn’t in control of my body anymore; I had been pushed back, shoved into some corner of my own mind, forced to watch helplessly as something greater—something otherworldly and divine—took possession of me. My body wasn’t mine. My pleasure wasn’t mine.