Novel & Cerita Possessed Tv Series

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

David arched his brow, “she has no clue who you are does she?” I shook my head, “not a fucking clue, all she knows is that I own the club and just fucked the shit out of her.” Siting his drink down David laughed, “it won’t take him long to figure out who is buying her all this shit.” Leaning back in my chair I shrugged, “I don’t really care how long it takes him cause I’m not sure if I’m going to give her back or not.” David looked up at me shaking his head, “aw shit Lucas, have you found a new pet.”

Filling and grabbing another glass of liquor from the table, he took a sip from it but without taking his eyes away from that person sitting on his bed who had not even mistakenly looked in his direction for once. "Actually I have bought something, so.." his eyes wandered all over her naked frame. "I am checking my possession on it," his words made her hug her knees more tightly because they crushed her soul cruelly. She was his possession now. He had bought her like a thing and now that was the ultimate truth of her life that he was her sole possessor. "So I won't be able to return home tonight as I need to do some more deep and thorough checks on my possession," he uttered, sniggering sile

CHAPTER 36: POSSESSION IN THE DARK SELENE'S POV “Listen, Selene.” Lisa’s voice breaks through the haze, sharp and desperate inside my head. “Please, you have to fight this. This is not right. He is possessing you.” Her words are there—clear, insistent—but they register only as faint, muffled mumbles, like echoes slipping into a void. I know I can hear her, but my brain refuses to interpret. It’s as if the signal is blocked, distorted. I’m a puppet now, strings pulled tight by something far stronger than me, every thought twisted, every sense overwhelmed.

Due to the turbulent nature of the power that the possessed was now unleashing they could only watch helplessly as it assimilated its new power. Abe nodded in reply. He was no fool. He could sense that what was being born was more than he could handle. “What is that thing” Abe asked. Mane seemed aware of what was happening. Mane furrowed his brows as the fluctuations the possessed was releasing gradually calmed down. “A dark technique: Possession. It forces one’s soul to fight on even after death. The soul is destroyed when the technique is broken”

Possessed man merely took five minutes to finish flesh and chew every bone of both bulky man, once done he turned his head up and red haired man and old man, he marched in their direction but before he could reach them he saw jaggery bar thrown in his track, one by one hungry ghost started gulping down those bar by reaching near old man, as he was about to finish second last bar, old man seized that opportunity and poured some liquid from copper jar on his face. ‘GRAHUHhhhhh………GRAHUHhhhhhhhhhh…………………………………………………….’Man possessed with hunger ghost started screaming in pain when red haired man immediately closed his face with black cloth, he was trying to control him but his strength felt very

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.

, Porishma repeated the lyrics and then said, “So you even like the songs of those people who claimed their love Possessively, huh?" He narrowed his eyes and said, “You are mine. Ansh is mine and here". Davish continued to speak while pointing his fingers at her bump and said again, “Baby is also mine and yes, I am possessive for you. I am possessive for my kids too because all of you are mine. My possession. Monster's possession" Davish finished speaking as his eyes were digging holes into her soul. His words were true and directly hit her heart. “I love you”, she whispered and a single tear fell from her eyes.

And a carefree, warmth-filled woman who didn’t even realize she was changing everything around her just by existing. He wanted to own the space she walked into. She wanted to breathe inside it. He saw love as possession. She saw love as freedom. And neither of them knew yet — They were about to become each other’s greatest weakness. Author’s Note Hi readers 🤍 His Possession, Her Freedom is my second novel and a deeper step into my writing journey. This story comes entirely from my own imagination, shaped by emotions, contrasts, and the delicate line between possession and freedom in love. It explores power, vulnerability, control, warmth, and what happens when two completely different emoti

His dark hair is tousled, like someone just dragged their fingers through it. I freeze, eyes glued to the way his shoulders flex when he moves. He turns around and catches me staring. My face heats up, and I rush to the bed, trying to act like I wasn’t just mentally undressing him. The mattress is too soft. Too warm. It reminds me I’m far from the cold, stiff cot I was used to in the cabin. Comfort feels strange. Unsafe. “Do you want to watch TV or something?” Festar asks. I yawn and give a small shrug.