His Ugly Possession Novels & Stories

His grip softened a little and he rested his forehead on my head. "I didn't meant to scare you...hah...you know I hate people touching my personal stuff. And that guy touching my possession infront of me...I couldn't bear it." He sighed. So I am just a possesion to him...his personal stuff. And when he gets bored of it he will throw it away... I was sad...my heart was aching. I wanted to be more than a thing but I was wrong. I bit my lower lip in response. He lifted me up with his both hands and went towards the bed. I was sitting, my knees bent up infront of me.

You could say that in such a short time, it became a dumpster instead of a house. But whatever...even if there was a big gorilla in front of me or some alien space ship speeding towards me, I don't think it would've been enough to faze me. The only thing that keeps getting on my nerves, is the fact that I'm now someone's 'possession'. Not just anyone's but the man who practically just beat my father half to death. How wonderful! I feel heavily disgusted to think that I actually kissed him and liked it...well to be honest 'liked' would be an understatement...I loved it. And not to mention the fact that I had mind-blowing sex with him once.

Things are moving well with the company and I think I can afford to pay extra one or two staff. After replying to the email. I realize there’s nothing else to do. I walk around the apartment. It’s a three bedroom apartment with an outdoor swimming pool. Apart from this, nothing extraordinary is here. There’s no television, no game room and no artwork. It’s just empty and dead like their mansion. Maybe this is how they love their house. Seriously, their aesthetic sucks. It’s as if no living soul is living here.

We already had an handful of audience. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched the drama, I must admit even I still can't believe it but it's the truth, what am I supposed to do I can't change it. "None of it is a lie, I was born ugly as fuck, and the older I grew the uglier I got and three nights ago I became this," I motioned to my stunningly gorgeous face and hot body "I don't know how it happened but it did." "And you want us to believe that," Chad pitched in "you seriously want us to believe that all your life you've been ugly and the night of your birthday you became hot and extremely beautifully, really?" He asked with a raised brow.

Yet he ignores it, sidestepping so he puts himself between whatever the hell is after me and myself. “I’m okay,” Kristy says, voice shaking. “What the hell is that?” “I…I…I think it’s a man.” I inch over, needing to move in order to see around Lucas’s large frame. “And he’s possessed.” The man is ragged—physically, that is. His clothes are soiled, and he smells like urine. His jeans are ripped, his nose looks like it’s been broken, and dried, crusted blood covers his face and chest. One of his arms is twisted at an unnatural angle. And his eyes are bloodshot.

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.”

Aurora was lightly swaying from side to side, the alcohol already affecting her. Vicky was so busy shaking her hips to the rhythm of the music that she didn’t immediately notice the condition Aurora was in. When she pivoted twice and expected to see Aurora, to her surprise, Aurora had disappeared. She panicked, even though she knew that Aurora would immediately switch personalities if she felt in danger. But if she started talking gibberish or acted on reflex when feeling the slightest malicious intent, it could become another problem. She grabbed her hair in frustration and started shoving her way through the crowd, determined to find Aurora before the worst happened.

"If she is dead, then I won't ever marry another woman again for the rest of my life! What am I telling you? How can I curse my wife to die? You're the person who should be dead!" Marcus was truly exasperated. "Not only does a woman like you deserve to be dead, but you're even ugly beyond measure! You speak of my wife becoming ugly, but no matter how ugly my wife gets, she won't be as ugly as you. You're so extremely ugly! Don't you ever look into a mirror? Ugly woman! It's really true that ugly people would create more trouble! Fuck off!"

Quietly, Chad pushed open the door, only to find Marilyn playing in the courtyard like a child. "Chad, you cook so deliciously," Marilyn said, mimicking the motion of holding a bowl with both hands, though her eyes were vacant, her smile unsettling. Suddenly, Marilyn looked at Chad. "Chad, I want to go to Karen's house for dinner. Can you accompany me?" Chad, noticing Marilyn's eerie demeanor, realized that she had fallen victim to a curse. The curse, known as the most common form of possession, often manifests in the relatives of the deceased. Once afflicted, their voices mimic those of the deceased perfectly. Foreign medicine terms this as a type of mental illness.

He frowned at it. annihilatorAK47 ×y'all shouldn't be so ignorant. Remember the waiter he'd kissed? Chelsea is so self absorbed that he'd looked past the fact that he'd literally harassed somebody at his workplace and had shamed him for having an 'unusual' face. Being beautiful is not just about having a pretty face and you Chelsea are the ugliest person I've ever seen. #chelseaugliestbitchintheworld Chelsea scoffed. What? He couldn't believe it. Who the hell did this person think they were?