His Ugly Possession Novels & Stories

Hearing this Rose Blair stood there for a few seconds doubting her life. "This Ugly thing is the Male lead?" "Host, The Make lead was not ugly is just because he became a Zombie" AI3 tried to change her thinking methods "But it didn't change the fact that he is very ugly and Disgusting. If I were the Female lead I wouldn't even bother saving home" "Host! What are you going to do now?" AI3 looked at the male lead and felt that his Host wasn't really wrong. Rose Shook her head indicating that she didn't know "After all I'm a person with a low IQ"

“You think you meant so little to me?” Past tense? That was confusing. “I think I mean just enough to make you destroy me,” I said. “You don’t love people, Fernando, you possess them.” His eyes darkened, the kind of dark that makes the air shift. Marlo’s hand brushed the wall behind him, like he was ready for whatever explosion would come next. Fernando stepped closer, every movement sharp and controlled. “You want to talk about possession, Michael? Fine, but don’t pretend you’re some innocent victim here. You knew who I was when you got into my bed.”

Aniya found him stepping closer to her without taking his eyes away from her face. "I never knew that things are allowed to put forward their conditions for getting possessed," a smirk crept on his face as he spoke those words to her which made Aniya clench her jaw. He was calling her a thing but she knew there was no lie hidden beneath his words anymore. She had become a thing and he was going to take her possession tonight. His gaze scanned her entire face thoroughly where he caught the soft strands of her auburn hair grazing over her completely bare face which turned his grin more sadistic.

“Well, I'm glad you see me that way, if I don't give a fuck about this little bitch here, smacking his daughter on the smack then I am sure no one needs to tell you that I don't give a fuck about you or your ugly friend right here if you mess up, I won't hesitate to blow her brains off” “You are the ugly one, your soul is so dark that even hell will reject it after death,” Scarlett said angrily. I turned swiftly to look at her surprisingly because that will be the first time I will be hearing Scarlett utter such vulgarities with her mouth. “Look, who we have here, the whore to the walking beast, I'm sure if you can fuck that motherfucker of a man who calls himself Vicenzo, you will have no p

"And what are you apologizing for? Trying to make your waist seem skinnier? It's sad, really. I bet you came here with one goal: to seduce rich men." The humiliation was a hot, sharp blade. People started to turn, their whispers growing louder. My face flushed, and I felt a familiar, unwelcome heat behind my eyes. “There’s no need to be rude.” I spoke, my voice low but loud enough for him to hear. “Rude?” he scoffed and took a step closer to me. “I’ll show you rude.” he grabbed me. “You know, you’re actually not ugly. A bit chunky. But…” his head tilted to take a gander at my backside. “You do have a nice ass.” He reached his hand out to slap my butt. “How much for one night?”

he shot her a sly grin, his eyes still roaming over the different sets. "I prefer 'possessive'," he corrected her, his hand picking up a particularly lacy piece and holding it up for her to see. "Besides, you look adorable when you're flustered, Blossom."

They will probably cut off my allowance again. I hate that damn Dean! He is annoying and arrogant. I also hate those stupid girls, why are they so into that old mogul? Their admiration for that uncultured corn hair. It literally makes me want to pull out all his golden hair. It's satisfying to dump his handso —darn, Ugly face in the mud. He is not attractive at all, everything about him is ugly! “Hey, sup, sissy? You suddenly turned into an empty body, where did your soul travel? I bet it went to the dean again. You are probably thinking of him again."

But I'd rather believe he is a good actor. I just grimaced in response. "Where are you taking me?" I asked after a while. He went ahead and sat down at the corner. "To kill you?" He asked. With his black suit and that crazy smirk, he did look like a moron psychopath. Just like his crazy father. I ignored his answer and chose rather not to reply. The truck hit on some bumps sometimes, making me hit my head on the side and wince ouy loud pain and sometimes, making Daniel curse out loud.