Possessed Tv Series Novels & Stories

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.

Daniel I didn’t choose to stand up the second I woke from that dream of Christian’s enforcer fucking me raw. The thing inside made the movement. It fixed my hands around the bars and bent them outward with scarcely an effort. One of the priests heard the noisy groan of warping metal and came rushing to investigate. The thing puppeting me broke the father’s neck without a second thought, stealing the keys from his belt. Jessi already thought I was possessed, but this is far different from my previous enthrallment. I know for a fact that it’s not Christian’s spirit seizing control of every corner of my being. This thing is cold, repulsive, filthy--

It’s our movie day but she has gone behind my back to invite my next door neighbour Can She ever get tired of this her wayward lifestyle? I questioned myself It’s my home for God sake.; I said to myself again She went ahead to add an extra person to our special time together without informing me And to make the matter worse, to my home without my knowledge I think I’m going to go crazy before I become an adult; I reasoned to myself I kept repeating the-same thing over and over With a sigh, I went to the kitchen to prepare the popcorn for our movie

he said. My eyebrows rose. “Then, what are you doing here?” I wondered, hearing the shock in my own voice. I listened in disbelief as Todd explained his situation. “Ah, I was captured and drugged. My mind was hazy for a while, and during that time, I was like a mindless puppet, only doing what I was told.” Mindless puppet … I frowned. I’d heard about this before. That was right! The lone wolves who attacked Jared’s parents!

He is kind to Tyron, and I'm happy because I don't want others to mistreat my brother. And now here we are in the living room; he's on his laptop again while I sit not far away from him watching television. I'm sleepy, and the show is so boring. It is the National Geographic channel, and plants, animals, and bodies of water are not my thing. I wanted to do something to entertain myself so that I won't fall asleep, but the Devil told me that I only do the thing he asked me.

There was no denying her connection to the spirit, and their relationship started to change, turning into something stronger and darker. "Lisa!" Dominick sobbed and hurried up to her. However, the spirit's energy surged once again as he reached out to touch her, causing him to stumble backward. With a voice that shook the air around them, the ghost said, "She is now mine." Her ancestry has resurfaced. And I will ascend with it. Dominick watched Lisa, her body now twitching as the ghost possessed her, and his heart tightened. Something inside of her had been released by the artifact's power, and it had the potential to alter everything.

“Exclusive news!” “A twenty-seven-year-old woman shot another woman because of jealousy. The suspect was caught by the authorities, past midnight during the incident.” “According to our source, the suspect hired a fake taxi driver to fetch the victim from her house. The victim was brought into an isolated and abandoned factory.” “Currently, the victim is still unconscious, two weeks after the successful operation. For more updates, kindly stay tuned! Thank you so much!” Dianne changed the channel as she didn’t want to hear anything about the incident. She couldn’t look at Dianna’s face longer.

And if Tempest had looked just a little longer—if she’d pushed past the haze of exhaustion and honed in on the source of her instincts—she might have noticed the faint, blinking red light buried in the shadowed mount beneath the television. But she didn’t. And the camera kept recording.

Nocturne looked at Draven with complete skepticism. He could hardly be blamed for it, he was talking to the devil after all. Next to him Celeste was nodding. He was more willing to listen to her. “I can see you don’t believe him. I will add my own ideas,” she said. “When you and Leo were alive in the other lives, my brain was always foggy and I did some crazy things. I saw Leo as an enemy and I would be obsessed with you. Once you two were dead in a past life, the fog would be cleared and I had control of myself again.”

Dorian commanded from his chair, his voice dripping with an arrogance that not even the fires of Hell could extinguish. Carter stepped forward. His hands, once accustomed to cradling the light, closed around Dorian’s shoulders. As he lifted him to transfer him to the silk sofa, the physical contact ignited a rush of tactile memories that hit him like a tidal wave of fire. He froze, holding Dorian’s weight, as his mind betrayed him, dragging him back to this very office. He remembered the heat of Dorian’s skin before the possession—skin that burned beneath his fingertips, skin that trembled with every caress. The sofa wasn't just furniture; it was the altar where they had once surrendered to