His Ugly Possession Novels & Stories

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.

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

Grasping a pillow, he sought refuge on the couch, an uncomfortable departure from his accustomed sleeping quarters. The couch, an unfamiliar surface, proved to be a source of torment as Mason struggled to find rest. His eyes, fixed on Isabel peacefully occupying his bed, radiated an intense glare fueled by the resentment of losing his sanctuary. In a fit of frustration, Mason muttered, "Only God knows when this ugly creature will exit my life. My existence has transformed into an emotional hell. Damn it!" The urge to eject Isabel from his room surged within him, yet he managed to restrain himself, if only for that night. The internal battle between his disdain for Isabel and the restraint he

My whole life I was looked down on in my parents' home and now my very own husband is going to remind me of my ugliness every single day. I know he will never fall for an ugly girl like me but my heart had already started beating faster in his presence. "They said I was ugly but the mirror never lied, My reflection smiled when I smiled, it cried when I cried. But one day he stood behind me changing the very definition of beauty. Those eyes stared at me and those words left a deep hole beneath. She believed his words like her own And then she knew She was ugly no wonder everyone knew She was Elle Hamilton, a disgrace everyone wanted to get rid of very soon.

Honestly, she was scarier than Maleficent. “Why would I video call a disgusting face like yours? Gross! Fine, if Fredric’s not there, I’ll call him later. By the way, I called specifically to insult you. I’m bored and frustrated, and your ugly face isn’t worthy of being my rival, Mathilda. Just because Fredric and I are fighting doesn’t mean he’s yours! No! It will never happen! Wake up from your fantasy, bitch!” Paula hung up abruptly. The morning that had started so beautifully now felt like a storm. And just like that, the spirit I’d built up vanished.

THE UGLIES The first time Robby experienced a night terror, back in the early days of his infection, he had no idea what was going on. Something bitter twinkled to life in his dream, twisting the otherwise innocuous imagery into a nightmare that didn’t end with waking. This was always the worst part. The leftovers. Whatever despicable things the fever conjured in the dream—the uglies, as he’d come to think of them—followed him into reality. There they would linger.

I see ugly sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV. She was changed into a jean bumshort and green tank top. I smiled wickedly. “Hey! Ugly what do we have for lunch?” I asked her. She didn’t say a word to me. She stands up and head upstairs, I follow behind her. “Ugly, I am talking to you. I am hungry” Instead of replying me, she entered her room and slammed the door shut loudly.I flinched back a little from the sound. “Oh, silent treatment” I said to myself. I sneakers and walk into my room. I bet she will soon come to me asking for something.

Clean, composed, and intimidating. But I noticed something in his eyes. It was reeking desperation, causing his composure not to be as perfect as it was before. His gaze was unstable. And only now did I notice his tie hung loose, and his sleeves rolled unevenly. At this moment, I’m taking back my words. He didn’t look like the same Hans. His expression and composure were different. He’s scarier, messier, and I don’t know what will happen next, now that I’m in his possession.

I gathered the courage to speak. His lips curled into a wicked smile as if he derived pleasure from seeing me tense. “Since you say I don't own you. You think you can just leave? You think you can walk out of my life and I’ll let you? You’re mine, Lillian. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” “I am not your possession.” I spoke gently, my body already giving in to his grip. I used all of my strength to press his chest, but it didn't move him. Instead, his grip tightened on my waist. My body became immovable.

This was what years of wolf’s bane had done to me, to us. “You always think you can defy me,” he spat. “You always think you are better than your place. You are nothing. A possession. My property. No one will ever want you. No one would even look twice at that ugly, fat body of yours. Even a disfigured pig is more appealing.”