Possess Me Michelle Heard Novels & Stories

“I miss hitting people, and if you don’t stop talking nonsense, I will come there and hit you. Pretty sure Lucius wouldn’t defend you after what you did to his beloved.” “Shut up.” “Yeah, whatever. Anyway, I’m still looking for that woman. It’s so strange that she hasn’t been spotted anywhere but I’m sure I’ll soon find her. I can’t wait to finally end her pathetic life.” “I don’t care anymore,” Michelle said before hanging up. She looked through her contacts, looking for someone who might be interested. Then she saw it. Mr. Miller. She smiled, hoping that Jenezel was not with him.

Alex interrupted, “You’re cured.” “What are you saying?” “Try it out.” Michelle tried activating her Chi. It would seem that the immense pain in her heart had disappeared, she was so relieved that she wanted to cheer out loud. “Haha! I am really cured! I knew it, I’ll be cured as long as you touch me! Alright then, since you have cured me with your touch, I won’t haggle about my first kiss that was stolen by you last night,” Michelle said loudly and screamed as she charged for the stage.

If we weren't practicing spells, we were learning Latin and vice versa. "Are you even listening to me?" She asked, amusement clear in her voice as I lay flat on the ground with my arms limp next to me. "No, not at all actually." I turned my head with a smile. I was listening, and she knew it, but I was in no shape to retain the information. Meredith let out a sarcastic laugh before getting to her feet. "Very funny! I think it's time to take this to the next level." Demetri's P.O.V.

As I walk to find heather, I saw silhouttes and heard a familliar voice “Let me go!” Then I rushed and I saw Josh Mellon about to do something unforgivable. Without thinking I lunged and punched him on the face. “What a douchebag!” I thought. He landed hard on the floor. My mind was filled with anger. I want to kill this man. Right now. How can he think of doing this kind of thing to a woman? Unforgivable! I was about to do another blow but Heather hold my hand. Looking at her, I grabbed her hand and left the room.

She doesn’t give me a glance as she leaves me and makes her way to the bathroom. As I settle into my chair, my acute sense of hearing, heightened by one of my abilities, picks up on the faintest whispers of conversation a few ladies and gentlemen are having further away from me. The murmur of voices, distant and indistinct, would be imperceptible to others’ hearing, but mine twitches with attention. And then, like a beacon calling out to me, I hear it - the name "Jasmine" spoken in hushed tones, but clear as day to my sensitive ears.

she asked, tilting her head with a voice that dripped with haunting sarcasm. I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat. "Where is he? What did you do to him!?" my voice cracked, echoing off the cold walls. The sudden chill in the air stabbed at my bare arms and feet like shards of ice. Michelle’s chilling chuckle seemed to hang suspended in the air. "Oh, me? I didn’t lift a finger," she purred. "Why would I bother ruining you? Your luck seems to do a fine job on its own."

“She probably doesn’t know she’s been unconscious for a week. Elle and I already made bail a long time ago. “As long as Elle and her mother are here, we’ll make sure everyone believes this bitch is mentally ill. That way, she’ll never act up again. She has no idea I’m livestreaming this right now. Once Raye starts freaking out, no one will care about the truth. They’ll all just think she’s insane…” A chill shot down my spine. I followed the direction of his thoughts and, sure enough, spotted a phone set up behind the door. Hence, I crouched slightly, forcing myself to look calm.

He said looking at me. "And? " I ask waiting for more. The look on his face told me he was terrified. The way he swallowed before talking pointed out his nervousness. "Angel called me now from a guard's phone. She said she was never moved out of the mansion. " "What the fuck? " I ask "Yes. And she said Elijah is in mansion with crystal" I nod taking deep breath. Finally. Finally something on our side. Finally some progress. "There is more" He added. Another bad news?

I whispered, my voice softer now, almost pleading. His smirk faded, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "Because you're mine to torment, kitten." Mine. The word echoed in my head, sending a pulse of heat through my core. There was a possessiveness in his tone that should have repulsed me but instead made my pulse quicken and my thighs press together. I was used to control—maintaining it, wielding it—but around him, it slipped through my fingers like sand.

I've been waiting for years and nothing happened. Even my confession doesn't move him. What else was I supposed to do? What should I do that I haven't done before? The front door was pulled opened and Margaret walked in. "I saw Mr. Black's bodyguards outside so I thought maybe he is back." Margaret said to me. "He is back." I affirmed. "Okay, should I set up the table?" She questioned. Oh how much I wanted her to shut up. I just wanted her to keep quit and stop talking already.