His Ugly Possession Novels & Stories

“Uh, I just assumed you did. He’s a wealthy and powerful man in show business.” “Hey, I don’t give a shit about his wealth and power. I only care about you, okay? I used to think being associated with him would be good for you and that getting signed into his company would be your best shot at reaching your goals, but after knowing what kind of scumbag he is—offering help and a contract in exchange for your body and sex? It changed my mind. I now think being associated with him is not good for you, and I still don’t like giving your body to him. What if you are not the only one he’s given that kind of offer to? What if there are many of you? That would be dangerous! He would be prone to sexu

I'm an ugly monster, I've always been, and there is nothing I can do to save my soul. I might not need human meat to survive, but fighting against the raw hunger inside me is something I can't do. It's like there is an evil demon possessing me. Nothing can beat or shut the monster up, and the worst part is that the humans can't fight me when my instincts take over. It's not only super strength I've been cursed with. No, I also have an unnatural healing process. I recover faster than other zombies, and that's how I'm still breathing because I've already tried to commit suicide plenty of times.

Boss Ugly carefully recalled for a while, and then said, "It's a woman in her forties. I can't determine her realm. She should have been killed by someone. There are two big holes in her chest." "A woman in her forties." Hearing the news, Caspian inexplicably relaxed. Even if he knew that there was a slim chance of finding Penny, he did not want the reunion between them to be like this. "Where is the corpse?" Caspian asked again. "We took the storage bag and left. We didn't care about the corpse. But in a place like Myriad Demons Burial Ground, after such a long time, the body should have been eaten by demons." Boss Ugly knelt in front of Caspian and kowtowed repeatedly. "I have told you eve

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."

Only polished marble floors and heavy wooden doors. "I definitely shouldn't be here." He turned to leave. Then voices echoed from nearby. "...dispose of the body." Kai froze. Body? Another voice answered. "The cleaners are already handling it." His heartbeat quickened. Maybe... Maybe they meant something else. A movie prop? Kitchen supplies? He took one cautious step toward the slightly open door. Curiosity won. Only for a second. He looked inside. And his entire world shattered. A man lay motionless on the marble floor.

You are a monster," Ava cursed. "I can be one in bed too." He smiled at Ava coyly. Ava almost vomited when she tried to imagine her and Fillip. Fillip wasn't ugly, but there are two shades of ugly. The skin shade and the soul shade The worst one is the soul shade. Your appearance doesn't count, but how you interact with people does. People like Fillip are ugly in their souls. They treat people like dirt and take advantage of weak and innocent people. "Sure, good for you; it is none of my business."

I threatened him, looking over my shoulder. "I will not until you don't come begging to me," he whispered near my ear. "Not in this life!" I spat. "We'll see," he chuckled He let go of the door and stepped back. I shoved the door open, slid inside, and started the car. As I reversed, my eyes met his for a few seconds. Lucien’s eyes burnt… not with lust, not with hate… but with something far more dangerous. Possession. There was an assurance in them that I would come to him anyhow.

she follows my finger and scrunches up her face. "I can't see his face. What if he's a psycho? Or worse, ugly?" "How is being ugly worse than being a psycho?" "Trust me, you'd rather find yourself with a handsome psycho than an ugly one. If he's to end me, I'd like to go with a handsome face. I might even let him bang me one last time"

MALEVOLENCE— THE QUALITY of causing or wanting to cause harm or evil. The man with dark hair, whiskey eyes, and a face sculpted so perfectly that it surpasses the beauty of Greek gods, stares at me, malevolence dripping from his gaze. "How's married life, fratello?" Alessio's deep, rich voice dripping with an Italian accent cuts the silence lingering in this room. (brother)