His Ugly Possession Novels & Stories

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

The metallic tang of blood, mixed with something more rancid—the unmistakable scent of death. I didn’t have to look closely to know whose bodies were inside. The unmistakable sight of the two men who had once been my eyes and ears at Roana’s mansion—they were barely recognizable now. Their faces were unrecognizable, shredded beyond recognition, eyes wide in shock, frozen in their final moments. Their bodies were mangled, like something out of a nightmare, their limbs twisted unnaturally, as though they'd been tortured before being killed. A sickening feeling gnawed at my insides, but I kept my expression hard and cold.

He inhaled slowly, trying to make out thoughts that wouldn't hurt his head this much. Calla. He groaned as his mind wound back to her. Her fair skin that turned red when he spanked it. Those red lips he’d bitten until they bled. Her soft hair, twisted in his fist like reins while he rode her mercilessly. Why must he end up in those memories when he's trying to find a peaceful place in his head? He blinked back to the present, and they were still at it, all on their feet. "...everyone knows the cause of those damaged shipments was a whore!" Associate Giuseppe said to Associate Pietro's face. "And he brought the girl back home with him! Pathetic!"

“I’ll trade it all—my career, my fame, my money—if only I could have my husband and child back. I’d even give my soul... just give me a chance to make things right.” Silence blanketed the room. Jessica cleared her throat, snapping everyone back to reality. “It’s suddenly hot,” one of the directors muttered, asking staff to bring cold water. Jessica placed her logbook on the table and asked Sonia what she planned to do about the broken mirror. “My husband’s a billionaire. He can replace it as many times as you need,” Sonia replied with a big smile, subtly saying hello to Jessica. Fabian grinned. “That’s my wife.” Even the staff watching chuckled. “We’ll wait for your ‘little sunshine’ to offi

That old hag! Francesco’s smirk was unmistakable, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Seated beside him were his twin sons, their faces mirroring their father’s smugness. The twins, with their snake-like glares, sat at the far corner of the table, their grim expressions betraying their shared ambition.

The sunlight left shadows on his face, but when he spoke I finally realized what had happened to me a few hours ago. Kidnapped! “You are up?” Franklyn muttered with so much disgust. He walked forward and held my jaw, piercing his finger deep in my skin. “Living large?” He spat. “The Moretti's are nothing but snakes. Having others do their dirty work and when it's done, what do they do? Wipe them off like they were nothing but dogs.” “I swear to end all of you.” I stared coldly at him. There were moments I thought of dying—but being killed by a loser like him? Not a chance.

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.

He had gentle eyes and a sincere smile always and every day, but this smile, at the moment, was replaced with thinly-pressed lips. “Huh, I guess that’s not surprising at all, ” Marcus remarked, finding the veracity of the information understandable. Looking at the folder again, he flipped on to page three and saw a picture of the possessed human, André Rogratiatto. “What is this demon possession all about?” he queried, now staring at the pope with determined eyes.

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.