I Thought It Was A Common Possession Spoilers Novels & Stories

I want to tell him that I'm going to get it back today, but that will just expose me. "Was it when you were with that beggar? Let me guess, you felt so touched by his story that you gave him my ring as a present!" He sneers and I flinch. It's the way he describes the situation almost as it happened that scares the shit out of me. Is it just a coincidence? Am I just being paranoid? I'm trembling inwardly so hard that I just want to fall on my knees and start apologizing to him but something holds me back, and it's the possibility that all this may just be a random guess on his part.

Thankfully, he was not too surprised to the point that he had to suddenly stop the car, which could potentially cause them into accidents. "I don't know what kind of delusions you're having, but I wasn't jealous and I will never be, do you understand? I don't even know how you reached that conclusion!" "Well, it's because you were clearly looking pissed while seeing me and Lala interecting," Maverick stated as if that was the most obvious answer.

Rosemary's one of their pawns. I expected Bradley to be shocked by the revelation, but he looked like he had figured it out already. I explained, "Old Fox has been cozy with the orphanage for a while, so they're clued in about what goes on there, including your blindness. The person you found three years ago was a plant, custom-made for you." He stood up, a dangerous vibe rolling off him. "I'll handle this," he said firmly. "Hold up," I said, trying to caution him.

Adrian wondered who had set this up. As he pondered, he realized he could see the world outside the blue light. It was essentially a means of transporting to the external realm. This discovery astonished him. Tyron echoed Adrian’s amazement, saying, “This is truly a remarkable item! I wonder who placed such a treasure here. If the owner finds out we’ve taken it, we’ll definitely be in for a world of trouble.” Adrian replied with a calm smile, “Anyone who leaves behind such a gruesome item can’t be considered a good person. Given how much time has passed, why should we concern ourselves with such a matter?”

I was already used to the dark, so I could see through it perfectly. The first place I went to was the place I placed my precious diamond necklace. I consider that treasure precious because it was the last gift my late wife had given to me before she was gruesomely killed. I picked up the little silver bowl where I usually place the necklace, and to my greatest surprise it was nowhere to be found. Not only that, but I flared up with so much rage. Furthermore, I can lose every other treasure in the treasury room but this... Likewise, I don't think I'll be able to take it.

And I’m not talking about the crazy maniac this time. What I mean is that while some might be fighting a battle I have no idea about - the outcome might affect everyone, including simpletons like myself. “Maybe you were meant for something greater than petty crimes after all,” I try to reassure myself as I bend down to pick up one of the spoons Lenox left behind. No clue what made that guy so obsessed with an utensil, but I have a feeling I don’t want to know.

Hope nothing bad happens to Drake 😔😔 before they get help. Actually let's find out in the next chapter. Please tell me what you think about this chapter. Let me know through your comments.

"Go meet the woman who's been waiting thirty years to see a St. Claire again. And pray she doesn't recognize your father's nose on your face." Ivy looked down into the abyss, and as a pale, skeletal hand reached up from the shadows to grab the hem of her emerald gown, she realized that the "Possession" Dante spoke of was far more literal—and far more lethal—than she had ever imagined. (Watch out for Chapter 5) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment

I was still searching frantically when a thought struck me. It didn't go anywhere. Ace must've hid it. Why didn't I think of that before? The only place it must be would be his office. Am I really going to break in his office now? ×××××××××××××××××××× Stella's POV: I. Was. Freaking. Out! Everything was going fine when we arrived at the party. Why wouldn't it be? I love parties. But I couldn't enjoy it. Because I was here as my best friend. And that did not feel good.

I wrapped my hands around me tightly while swiveling my gaze around the whole place but the thing was that there was nothing suspicious in there and the only thing that was there were his luxurious clothes, shoes, and accessories. "How could I be so dumb to ever think that I would find something in his closet" I palmed my forehead, shaking my head slowly as I heaved an exasperated sigh. "This was a totally bad idea, I should have never suspected Conan in the first place, I mean, why in the world would I even suspect him and......" I suddenly paused and my hands fell helplessly by my side as soon as my gaze landed on a key that seemed oddly familiar to me. I took tiny steps towards where the