His Ugly Possession Novels & Stories

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

Sighing I scooted down the bed and went into the small bathroom that was attached to the room. Turning the light on I frowned at the ugly dingy yellow tile. I had a feeling that it didn’t matter how much you cleaned the tile would always look dirty. After using the bathroom I stood up looking at my reflection in the mirror as I washed my hands. My reflection looked just as rough as I felt. My hair was a disheveled mess, I had huge bags under my eyes, and my eyes themselves looked bloodshot.

Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village." He tried to lift the blanket to look at me, yet I gripped it tightly. "Please—don't look at me!" Kevin had no choice but to wrap me and the blanket together in his arms. Even when I was living with the poor Larsons, I was well taken care of, with smooth, soft skin. But how could this emaciated woman with hollow eyes staring back at me now possibly be me? "Who said you're ugly? My lovely Cindy is the prettiest woman in the world!"

It shook its skinny little finger at me “you haven’t even looked at your room yet.” “Not interested bug. Show me the way out. I have a girl to get back to.” “I’m not a bug, by the way. I’m an imp. I hope your female is faithful, because she’s going to be waiting for you a long time.” “The fuck she will!” “I have to say, you’ve been harder than any other beings ever sent down here for me to deal with. Usually, my possessed look runs them into their cell. Ahhh, good times.”

Does he know that even the soft sound of his sobs turns me on? My pretty boy... Pretty hair, and pretty eyes, he's just mine, mine, and mine! My heart swells with a powerful wave of possessiveness even now as I stare at him. His is curled into a ball, his back facing me. His pale skin is red all over. My hand imprints and bite marks all over his body satisfy a twisted part of my black soul. His bare white ass is facing me; his cute butt hole is red and raw, and my cum drips out slowly, running down to his thigh.

A hand from underneath the earth pulls the pregnant woman’s dead body into the earth. Susan rips her hand from the nails that bind her, dark aura with moanful voices circle her and her eyes fly open. The earthquake subsides as Susan stands with her neck tilted in a crazy way grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Welcome Gyllou,” Jessica says, with an evil smile. Susan disappears just moments after being possessed by Gyllou. .........................✍🏾

“I don’t know how Kill did it. How he endured you. Touching you, seeing you. It must’ve been torture. Covered in scars, all bones — you’re a sore sight for any man’s eyes.” Tears slipped down my cheeks, but the sting of the insects felt distant , like pain remembered, not lived. The ache in my chest was louder. Deeper. Was I really that ugly? That disgusting? Bitch. Ugly. Disgusting. No man will ever love you. You’ll never find happiness. You should’ve died with your mother. Die, die, die, you whore. And just like that, darkness took me. And I didn’t fight it this time.

She asked as she drank her wine while the servants brought her food. "Nothing," Ugo said, glaring at Britney. "Nothing at all, especially when you do nothing else other than make yourself look pretty and shop." Maxine smiled at me. Ugo was going to set the room on fire and we all know that. I said nothing, simply cutting into my steak. "You think you’re better than me?" Britney snapped, causing Ugo to laugh and me to stuff my mouth with meat. "Barbie, I know I’m better than you," Ugo said, sipping her red wine. "I am the standard and my body is pure and original, none of it is made in China."

I looked away, not because I had to but because I wanted to give her that sliver of dignity she was losing by the second. After she stripped off her dress, she slumped back onto the sofa. Yeah, I'd always known her body was beautiful and toned, but I never let myself go there. I never let it turn into something I wanted. But now... Now something was shifting inside me. I hate that my eyes lingered. The way something dark and hungry started crawling up my spine. I was practically scolding myself in my head, pulling at my own thoughts like they were misbehaving. So I did the only thing I could think of. I picked her up and carried her to my room.

I've been preserved in amber, I am one with the sheets, I am zen. Back at the plush bed, I sink even further into comfort, soft sweet smelling fabric pushing against my cheek. My limbs are pliant, every muscle in my face relaxed, each breath in and out is evenly spaced. Relaxed back into the same fucking position I collapsed in last night. This guy is a FUCKING IDIOT. Does he really think I am his actual pet and not a woman planning violent, glorious murder.