Possessed Sans Novels & Stories

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.

After a pause, he continued, "I have a unique method to obtain what I want to know straight from your soul." "You know Soul Possession?!" Haris was shocked. "Indeed, I know the Soul Possession technique," Adrian replied. At these words, Haris' expression fell. It was evident that Adrian's words had frightened him. Adrian smiled and said, "You know what are the consequences of the Soul Possession technique, don’t you?" "Why you..." "If death is what you seek, I can fulfill your wish,” Adrian declared resolutely.

“Liar! The soul might have returned to the body on its own, but you’re still the one who caused it! You released it from that box!!!! I know you did! That soul does belong to you Kaima! Give it back!” “Calm your anger, Susannah. The soul belongs to me.” “IT. DOES. NOT!” She argued. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten the deal you struck with me when you asked for the power to give humans the beast counterpart.” “Yes, I asked you for that power because I wanted to make the life of Lucas De’ Clan a living hell, but we never made any such deal when you bestowed me those powers!”

Even though the little girl looked harmless, since she was an astral being, of course they had to be more vigilant. Mainly because there were no chains or anything to put her under control. "It does not matter. In the book I read, when a soul-possessor possessed another creature, its power would be on par with the creature that it possessed." Claire then walked over to the little girl and grabbed her hair so she could look into her eyes. “So, what can the soul possessor in this child's body do?” she asked mockingly. “FUCK!” Suddenly the little girl cursed and at once, she didn't look like a seven year old child anymore.

She took him from me. "It's called an exorcism, my dear." The way she laughed behind her words as I continued to stare down at the grass. "Even if he leaves to come back to Earth right this very minute, he would not get here in time. When he does, now that the bond has been forcefully severed, he won't be able to step foot on the property, thanks to your little ward. Not your best work, but it will do for now." She pulled something from her pocket, but I was unable to focus on what it was as my vision began to blur in and out.