His Ugly Possession Novels & Stories

Elies couldn’t walk down the hallway without hearing whispers and seeing curious stares. She found refuge at her usual table with Jenna, who was doing her best to cheer her up. “Honestly, Damien’s possessiveness is kind of… hot,” Jenna admitted, earning a glare from Elies. “I’m just saying! He’s like one of those brooding bad boys in romance novels.” “He’s insufferable,” Elies muttered, stabbing her salad with unnecessary force. “Maybe,” Jenna said with a shrug. “But he’s clearly into you.” “That doesn’t make it okay,” Elies argued.

"And I don't want your 'Forgiveness'!" He drove the needle into his own chest, but he didn't draw blood. He drew "Ugliness." He flooded the theater with the raw, visceral feeling of his own original, unadulterated "Arrogance."

the ugly one said. "Like fuck. You can't afford someone like me, even if I was standing with the hookers in Huyleyn cross and you have a million. You are too ugly," I said with a grunt as I spat down, and the ugly one sneered. "This bitch. You still haven't learnt your lessons..." Dorrian charged towards me, his eyes flashing. I could see his claws coming out. I took a step back from him, wondering whether I could survive this if I ran now. But they would be faster and they had wolves.

My eyes shaking, as I looked at the dark room door at the side, it was completely hidden inside the office of fucking boss that was standing right in my front. Unholy, the room like Lucifer's harem was filled with sinful activities of women, his damn female employers naked, they were having sex with themselves. Their bodies shamefully on top of each other, it left nothing but a bitter feeling in my body. Immediately taking my eyes back to the so called boss, I felt nothing but rage, humiliation, but most dominantly..DISGUST. "Have you seen my little harem now dearie?... Pausing his statement, his lips curved into a shitty grin, before his lips parted again.

The demon cackled and Adom felt the urge to maim go up a few notches. Suddenly a blood-curdling scream sounded out before it abruptly cut off giving way to uneasy silence. Adom felt his lips turn up in a grin as the demon shifted uneasily looking between the door leading to the room and to where Adom was tied to the chair, suddenly relaxing back looking fully at ease. “Usually everyone sees my possessive side but what they don’t see is that my lover has one to match mine and he is obviously not happy with whatever little message you left behind.” Adom said conversationally as the door started banging like someone was being hit against it repeatedly.

There were seven girls for them to select from, and Samantha swallowed hard as the first old man approached her. He even touched her face, and instinctively, Samantha closed her eyes as he leaned in to smell her neck, causing her knees to weaken. Samantha wanted to curse him for his actions, but fear still held her back. "Mr. Chaves, you know the deal, payment first before anything like that," said a man named Ace. He was also the boss, but someone higher up was orchestrating all these illegal activities. "Haha... I know, it's just that she looks so beautiful and fresh, but I'll look at others first," said the old man, walking away and stopping next to Gwen.

I never asked him about the Underworld before and now that he was speaking about it, I was intrigued to the depths of hell, pun intended. “There are Demonic laws in Underworld. And every world running needs its rules and regulations. There are two types of possession. One with consent and one without. The ones which are possessed without consent are fatal for humans.” “Like Conjuring?” my eyes sparkled. He rolled his eyes, “Yes, something like that. But it can harm the demon too. A human body is complicated and sometimes taking over all of it can be a failure which leads to the demon losing his powers. That’s why possession with consent was created.” he said and I wished I had some popcorn w

She didn't plead. "I am your possession, Dante," she whispered against his lips, her fingers digging into his back, drawing blood that smeared against the white sheets. "But a possession that owns its owner is a dangerous thing. Every time you take me, you give another piece of yourself away. How much is left, Dante? How much of the 'Moretti Monster' is left before there’s only a shell that lives for me?"

"Silly girl, do you think that Kayla didn't tell me anything? I knew all along I knew everything about you all along, do you remember some time ago when I came to the restaurant you used to work in? you were the one that served me there, I'm not angry at you my dear but I'm angry that you let people's words get into you, you shouldn't let people dictate for you how to live your life you should be confident in what you have, be grateful for what God gives you don't let anybody tell you that you are not beautiful because you are. Killian loves you, I love you and Kayla love you, it doesn't matter if your family doesn't because we all do and then you should know that there are people out there

“With just one slap from a pregnant woman, you crumbled like Jericho. You’re weak, and that’s exactly why you’ll never be anything more than a possession to me. You couldn’t handle half the things my woman would take.” “I’m not a possession. You don’t own me,” I hissed, my anger boiling over. “I do own you, but you don’t belong with me. You don’t fit in this world, and everyone knows it. I am sure soon enough you’ll run away—your feet bruised, your hands numb from the cold—but you’ll keep running. You’ll scream that I’m a monster and collapse at your dead mother’s grave, crying that you deserve a better life, that this place isn’t your home.”