Possessed Sans Romane & Geschichten

Something uncontrollable, something possessive. Something beautiful.

SERGIO “Excuse me, what? When you say possessed, what do you mean by that? Like in context?” Silas questioned, the both of them staring at me inquisitively, looking genuinely curious and I took a deep breath in. “Like possessed. Eyes glowing and they act strangely and all. Fuck,! I can't even explain it properly.” I gritted my teeth as I took another deep breath in. “Dude, I have no fucking idea what you're talking about.” Daniel answered by throwing his hands in the air while Silas just squinted his eyes like he was in deep thought.

It was quite an enjoyable day. There were no other customers on the second floor, so Chase was the only one there. Rolfene quietly snuck out to sit opposite Chase. Chase told her about what he saw at the city lord's manor that morning and asked Rolfene, who was an experienced supernatural being, for her opinion. "She's obviously possessed, and it's in the worst way possible. It's a vicious kind of possession that will eat away the living being," Rolfene gave her opinion.

"She isn't the waitress you can buy or break. If you move without a plan, you will lose him before you even hold him." ​My son was in the hands of a woman who had every reason to hate me. ​"I need time," I rasped, though I knew time was the one thing I had already wasted too much of. "I need... I need to see him." "Timothy, listen to me carefully," Lola Hilda’s voice dropped to a low, commanding tone that finally pierced through my fog of shock. "You are thinking like a businessman. You are thinking of 'claiming' and 'possessing.' But you aren't dealing with a company you can hostilely takeover."

After about twenty minutes, we step out of the bathroom. I slip into the shirt and shorts Festar gave me. The shirt is huge, hanging just above my knees like a dress. The shorts don’t fit at all, so I toss them aside and walk out without them. Festar is by the TV with his back to me. He’s changed too. Shirtless, wearing only loose shorts that hang low on his hips. His body is ridiculous—every muscle defined and stretched tight under his tan skin. He looks like he was built to fight gods. His dark hair is tousled, like someone just dragged their fingers through it.

Aaron and Klaud possessed a magical ability that an ordinary human being couldn’t have. “Hmm, they’re a piece of cake.” Aaron mumbled and kicked off the enemies at ease. While Klaud silently brought down the enemy with a single blow and stopped using his sharp, deadly claws for a while. However, a cool battle suddenly changed when Madam Antoniette finally showed herself. She was wearing a grandiose black dress with a huge snake wrapped on her neck. Her evil laughter echoed around which caught the duo’s attention. She said, “Well, well, well. I didn’t expect two men will show up only to save a cheap, poor woman. Hmm, I guess it’s getting into the interesting part, isn’t it?”

breathless, he was stealing my first kiss “B..let me go.” Day by day, the vision blurred, it seemed that the other guys were standing up and starting to leave this room one by one, leaving only him and me. Why? Isn't this a business talk? I was thinking in fear, his voice continued to play in my ear "why do you dare to think while having intercourse with me?" “T… I don't have one! Please forgive me, I really don't sell my body, I only turmeric, .. if you want, ask another go girl."

She sighed, blinking a few times. “ What…does that mean? ” I whispered. “ You have Dark Lord’s rumored strength. ” She got to her feet. “ What’s that? ” I wondered. “ He can possess the minds of people no matter how strong or powerful they are. ” She answered with a dazed look in her eyes. I was utterly speechless. I could possess others? Like a fucking ghost or something? “ Now I know how you could make the pack members do things without having a wolf. That was not your Luna tone. That was you trying to possess them like a little cunning demon. ” Izer chuckled.

Mocking the way he’d bolted like a frightened bitch the second things turned real. Alpha Ronan didn’t move an inch. The night air pressed against his lungs, reeking of blood and old magic. The spiritualist’s corpse…no, not corpse, vessel stood before him, eyes drowned in black, skin stretched too tight over bones like something wearing flesh that didn’t belong to it. Running would change nothing. Scarlet was still out there in pains. If he had to die clawing at whatever the fuck this was, then so be it. The possessed woman smirked, lips curling in a way no human mouth should. “Alpha Ronan,” it purred, dragging his name across its tongue. “This is not your business. I suggest you mind your fu