Fyodor Dostoevsky The Possessed Novels & Stories

no one has the right to think that way about her. "records" I shouted and My secretary handed me a document which had all his information, molested a teen, Reported stalking girls at night, harassed a school going girl, Raped a girl. "How the hell are you freely wondering after so many crimes?" I Shouted and Fired the gun on his head. "You no longer will." I walked out of the basement and walked upstairs towards my room. I threw my body on the bed and stared at the ceiling. - I feel better after killing that criminal.

"Dante... take everything. Don't leave... a single piece... for them." "I have you," he groaned, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes burning with a terrifying, singular focus. "I have you so deep... that even if they kill us, our ghosts will still be locked in this room. You are my poisonous possession, Ivy. And I am the only one who gets to drink."

He swallowed. Scorpion watched Osy with a smirk. This was the devil he knew and not the man he had been for the past three months. This was the first time since Kon came to live with them that the devil had done this. And he wondered what might have caused it. Osy strode over to the last man, looking like a post-apocalyptic hero who was on his way home after killing zombies. "What should I do with you?" He leaned in to whisper into the man's ears. "I know exactly what." He chuckled. "I will cut you to pieces and send you back to your master. How does that sound? Perfect, right?"

He means Parkinson, a big debtor bastard. "No. I don't want to think about anything anymore Roberto, tomorrow I'll see what he has to offer me in exchange for his life." "I hear rumors that he has a daughter, but she is not at all pretty, let alone attractive. So they say!" "So be it! If the rumors are true, at least I will have a maid. I hope she'll be useful for something, I'm tired of disappointments in my life." "But just be careful that she gives you horrible nightmares after seeing her. From what they say she is deformed and no longer of any use, it looks like a guy set her on fire. Her mother never cared, thus being Parkinson's sad, ugly, unhappy daughter."

"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.

He showed it to the rest and I noticed how shocked they were. It was from Ivan Fedorov. It just had two sentences on it. "A life for a life, isn't that how it should be? Your wife will pay for your sins with her blood and your mafia will crumble, I promise you" How dare he?! Using Nicole to threaten me! Nobody touches my wife. I'll fight the entire world for her. She is mine. My cheat heaved with anger with the veins in my arms popping out. "Where the fuck did you get this letter from!?"I barked, my blood boiling with anger.

My heart pounded in my chest as I moved cautiously through the dimly lit and decrepit corridors. And then, I saw her—a she-wolf, wild-eyed and trembling, her Brown fur matted and unkempt. Her eyes, normally filled with clarity, were clouded by an otherworldly darkness. The very essence of possession seemed to emanate from her. "Easy now," I whispered softly, trying to maintain a calm and soothing demeanor. I knew that confronting a possessed soul was a delicate and dangerous task. I extended my hand toward the distressed she-wolf, my fingers trembling with the weight of my newfound powers.

I choked out. "A friend who looks at you like you hung the stars, who act very close to you" he snarled, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh under my jaw. "Let me be perfectly clear. No one touches you. No one even looks at you for too long. You are mine, Tristan. You have always been mine. You are a Sokolov possession, and I don't share my property." I flinched as if he’d struck me. Possession. The word echoed in the hollow space where my self-respect used to be. He wasn't just claiming my body; he was claiming my entire existence.

The alcohol coursed through my system like liquid fire, making everything feel distant and unreal, but Nikolai’s presence beside me was the only solid thing in a world that had turned to quicksand. My bedroom felt different in my intoxicated state—larger somehow, the shadows deeper and more mysterious. The four-poster bed that had always seemed like a symbol of the gilded cage I lived in now looked like sanctuary. Nikolai helped me sit on the edge of the mattress, his movements careful and deliberate, like he was handling something precious that might break at any moment. “You should get some rest,” he said quietly, already moving toward the door. “No.” The word came out more desperate than

ATTENTION: Dearest Reader, Kindly Note that the previous chapter you read is a brief tear into what to expect in Part Two. The story will go on to continue from here on. AUTHOR’S POV Tessa could swear that the devil had possessed her again and she was loving it. It was one of those occasions when she thanked the devil for existing and having the ability to make people do his bidding, she wished she had that much power to get Pedro to do her bidding. The drama at the gathering earlier, the brawl at the parking lot. All that was nothing compared to what she had in store for Don Pedro, hopefully, he is not hypertensive because it’s either she kills him or he dies of hypertension for stopping he