Possess Me Novels & Stories

"But not through channels they can trace. Not through means they can anticipate. Not through any method that leads back to you." I kissed her then. Hungry. Demanding. There was nothing gentle in it, none of the careful restraint I usually maintained around her. This was possession. Pure and simple. A reminder to myself and to her that she was mine now. That no one else would lay claim to what belonged to me. That I would destroy anyone who tried.

As if the fabric might dissolve if I handled it too roughly. "Beautiful," I breathed, the word inadequate but the only one I had. "Elliot." My name, drawn out, half-plea and half-prayer. "Shh. Let me. Let me look at you. My wife. Mine." The possessiveness rose in my chest, unfamiliar and unexpected. I'd never thought of myself as a possessive person. Never felt the need to claim, to mark, to declare ownership in any way that mattered. But looking at her now, laid out in my bed in nothing but lace and skin and trust, the feeling settled into my bones with the weight of truth.

She couldn’t drag her into her mess. She looked at the time. It was already 8:30 AM. She needed to get to work. Her chest twisted into a tight knot. If Kingston Enterprises went under, she wouldn’t just lose her job. She would lose everything. Her heart sank. Everything was slipping away. Her job, her home, her stability. And she had nothing to hold on to. Nothing, except… ‘Marry me,’ The words slipped back into her mind without warning. No. Absolutely not.

"My soul belongs to you." "My soul belongs to you, Master." "You own every part of me and have the right to change me as you wish." "You own every part of me and have the right to change me as you wish, Master." "No one, but you, can change me in any way." "No one, but you, can change me in any way, Master." I don't know where the next thought came from but suddenly, I knew I needed to give them one more truth. "Only you can access my mind, will or body to influence it or change it."

That's the only way I can get Emily back . It took me 1 week to get my self sober and to realize that I need to start working harder .Increasing power in the under world is difficult given that I am in a rush .But I know a way and I know It possible .a little risk ,But to get Emily back to me .I am ready to do anything and go all the way to achieve what I want .

“I don’t do childish labels but I’ll be your man.” As his lips connected with my neck I closed my eyes smiling. “My protector.” He leaned up moving his arm around me as he moved in front of me. “I will always protect you, Taylor. You belong to me.” I laughed. “You make me sound like some kind of possession.” Lucas shrugged, “you are, you’re mine.”

If niceness was not going to work, I am going to use my powers to make him fuck me. Even if I have to cloud his vision and paint myself as Eva.

I picked up my ear piece and started listening to music. It really helped me a lot as i got distracted and I love singing . I was listening to fearless by lost sky. Over the edge, feel like I'm Floating through the air The pain i felt is paid for, all is Said and done ... I am restricted, fixed upon the web I need to kick the habit that my mind is breathing in Break out, I've got to see Spending my life holding all of it closely I played it innocent, a feel discontent I'm finally facing it all, fearless!

“I can see in your soul. A girl who was never loved by friends. A mate who has constantly given her reasons to leave. A mother who outshines her in every way. What do you really have to offer anyone?” A pain shot through my heart as she truly captured my inner demons. “I guess we aren’t that much different. They pushed aside you for a sister. You are mateless and have no friends.” “True, but I have a power that outranks you.” Her eyes squinted. “What power would that be?” “Did you know with possession comes a certain ability for mind-control?” I did not like where this was going. “That is literally the definition.” “Not wrong, but with weak-minded people, it is easy to bounce between them. M

No I mean, my slave, and she's not allow to be close to anyone. That possessive aspect of me got me surprise but I know that there's nothing to worry about. I'm just being possessive because she's my slave, and it have being long since I fucked her. All I need to do is, bury my dick into her hole, and afterwards the possessive spirit would depart from me. I know it would immediately I'm done fucking a hell outta her. I heard someone wimpererd and I turn to see her shivering. "What now, huh?" I ask bored.