Possessed Sans Novels & Stories

“And I saw the possession. Not of you, but of us. Of our two souls finally recognizing each other. It was destiny. You felt it, too. Don't lie.” “I felt something,” I admit grudgingly, fighting the shiver his proximity causes. “But I felt a lot of things. Mostly confusion and a terrifying loss of control. It was intoxicating and awful. And that does not equate to packing a suitcase and moving to your fiefdom.” He leans in a little, voice low and teasing. “I love when you’re possessed by desire like that. Nothing turns me on faster.” I shove him square in the chest. “You’re an idiot.”

Wondering if there is someway to send her out of my body. "There is no way of sending me out of your body Pia, I also don't like sharing my body with a human, and am trapped in you that's why we are sharing your body, I also want to leave your miserable body but I can't, so get used to having a body mate." She said in a stern voice. I kept quiet meditating on the words she just said, why do I have to share my body with a socceress I don't know exist, I lose everything I own in life even my body have to be shared with a socceress.

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate.

Third Person POV The hold that Adonis has on her is so intense, but she does well in suppressing it. She knew that one day she might be unable to take it anymore, and what she is most afraid of is Adonis ruthless character that he might dispose of her. If he loves her, even if a bit, then it is fine, but if he doesn't, she is as good as gone because behind those gorgeous features of his is a ruthless devil that kills without blinking.

He’s just different. **Jenna:** *Different? Don’t tell me you’re starting to like him, Elies. This is a slippery slope you’re on.* **Elies:** *I’m not saying that! It’s just... he’s confusing. One minute he’s making my life miserable, and the next he’s saying things that make me feel... something.* **Jenna:** *Something? Oh no. You’ve caught the “bad boy” disease. First symptom: defending his nonsense. Second symptom: swooning when he does the *bare minimum.**

Samantha overheard the conversation of the saleslady who measured her for sandals earlier. They had their backs turned to Samantha, so they didn't know she was standing behind a large mirror. "Maybe she sold her body to the guy in exchange for these things," one of them said. Samantha didn't expect that. Of all the possible reasons, that's what they came up with. ‘Damn it. I’m not like that,’ she wanted to say to them. "She looks innocent, but I feel like she's a paid companion," another one added.

Ha… But tonight, I was determined to embrace the moment. I'll enjoy myself! I grip tightly to the edge of the table as my vision becomes blurry again. I clung onto a glass filled with a mysterious concoction, and with each sip, the warmth spread through my body, replacing my anxiety with a blissful haze. As the night progressed, I found myself engrossed in conversation with the servants. They spoke highly of Callisto, the enigmatic boss of the mansion. He, an enigmatic boss, is my ass.

I lied. “Are you sure?” He asked sternly. I scoffed. “Have you ever seen someone enter here without such intentions? Do you think I am an enemy? Boy, you have little faith in security.” He gave me a long stare and I returned it smiling. I stretched out my hand so he could help me up. He contemplated for a while and gave out his hand, holding mine to pull me up but immediately he did, the possession was complete. The possession was instant. He went on his knees. His existence left his body, and I crept into him like ash.

POV: Selina The water beat down on us, a warm, relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. Felix held me against the slick tile, his release still pulsing inside me, his breath hot on my neck. The climax had been a brutal, beautiful claiming, but the energy between us hadn’t dissipated. It had only shifted, becoming something darker, more intentional. His hands, which had been gripping my hips, smoothed up my sides. He kissed my shoulder, a soft brush of lips that felt like a lie after the force of his possession. “Turn around,” he murmured, his voice a low, graveled command that vibrated through my bones.

She could have made the dungeon warm if she still possessed her powers. “I promise everyone that I will try my best to get you out of this hell. Please don't give up and believe me.” She said and wanted to leave, but one of them stopped her. “I noticed something strange about Beta Decimus,” “I noticed it too,” another said. “I think he is possessed,” another said, and the first two nodded in agreement. Carissa knew what was going on immediately. The spirit world had possessed him.