Possessed Tv Series Novels & Stories

I didn't want the win. ​I checked my phone again. Still nothing. I had my team tracking her, looking for any trace of her or her mother, but it was as if she had vanished into thin air. ​“My shift is finished,” she had said. ​Those words haunted me. She hadn’t just finished a shift at the Manor; she had finished her "shift" with me. She saw through the gifts, the penthouse, and the promises. She saw the bet. She saw the man who thought he could buy a soul with a luxury car.

"Jesse, what's been bothering you? I can see it in your eyes. Please, tell us." Jesse sighed, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "There are things you all need to know," he began, his voice heavy with emotion. "Secrets that have haunted me for centuries." We leaned in, our curiosity piqued. Jesse took a deep breath, steeling himself for the revelations that were about to come. "I am not just a vampire," he confessed. "I am a descendant of an ancient bloodline, one that holds immense power and a dark legacy." Gasps filled the air as we absorbed his words.

"You will die here. And your fucking wild rutt of a mate is dying right now in the depths of jungles of this city. I am not fucking stupid to leave a fucking mated wolf to track me down for killing his mate." He picked up an iron rod, at the of which was a heavy metal containing screws and iron plates attached, something like it was pulled out of a vehicle, a heavy truck, belonging in a garage. Some rust was covering it from the tip to the end. I had never seen it at our home, ever. He had brought it with himself. He had planned everything. Mason swung it left and right in the air in front of my eyes, making me aware that he wanted to see the fear of upcoming death in my eyes.

He was still holding me from my waist to keep me steady. He licked my cock slowly through long strides. "Tell me who you belong to? Who owns you?" I didn't say anything and he continued to tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Allen, please. Who owns you?" I looked at him and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You. Sebestian. You own me." He nearly sobbed and took me back into his mouth. Bobbing his head on me, fuck I was losing it. I couldn't let him stop. I needed to spill.

As he closed the toilet lid and sat down. "You know what I want, G125. You know that I can blow your head, right? Just think about your daughter waiting for you outside. You don't want to traumatize her, right?" Derus said, making Giselle helplessly follow what he wants. She knows what kind of person is in front of her. It's a monster, a devil incarnation. Giselle pulled down the zipper of her white floral dress, exposing her upper body. She carefully took off her nipple tape. She glanced at the person she wanted to kill right now, and that person was drooling at the sight of her body.

“Louis, what's wrong with you? It shouldn't be like this.” The clear tears fell down one by one, eventually forming a column. She couldn't imagine how the usually humble man could turn into a drug lord and shamelessly force her to do so. Now, she finally believed in Blake's words. The man in front of her was not as simple as she had imagined. All along, it had been her that was too stupid. Louis pressed her entire body down beneath him, causing her to scream out as she desperately struggled to resist. Her small, pale face was streaked with tears, but the weaker and paler she became, the more it stimulated the possessiveness of men.

He promptly halted the car. "Please, don't take me back there. I don't want to return to that place," Samantha pleaded with desperation. "Maybe you're the girl they were searching for earlier, huh?" he questioned. Samantha nodded, and she could sense his anger intensifying. "Please, don't hand me over to them. They'll sell us... I don't want that kind of life." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Perhaps you have some debt with them. That’s why they took you?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a hint of accusation. Samantha immediately shook her head, allowing the tears to flow from her eyes, fearing that he might return her to that place.

Kira Morozova she never asked to be part of his world but she was dragged into it by a debt, one she didn’t inherit willingly with a past she was never told the truth about. She is sharp-tongued, unafraid, and dangerously allergic to control which is exactly why Artem Voronin becomes obsessed with her. It wasn’t just love at first sight. Or the urge to protect! It’s Possession. Pure savage, ruthless possession! But Kira Morozova is not built to be owned. And Artem Voronin is not built to let go. What begins as captivity turns into a war of will. Control turns into obsession and hatred slowly becomes the most dangerous thing of all….

That freaking bastard. Lily's POV: Grandpa was improving. Grandma recently called telling that his health was improving and most of all, he was making small movements. I was beyond happy at that. I felt great again. It felt like life was finally going along again, despite all that previous drama. Right now, I was flipping through channels on the TV. Nothing seemed interesting. Finally, after a lot of surfing, I settled on the repeated season of Pretty Little Liars. I leaned my head on the couch thinking how much I used to watch this show. Everything about it was so...mysterious.

"You are my possesion. Whatever I want I get" His voice boomed with power and authority. I was confused. I had no qualities. I was not an American top model, I had no status or cliche I would even compare my self with with a distinct fashion designer because she wears designer clothes but he choosed to own me. Someone with baggages a person who has burdens, someone who had nothing concrete to give a man like him even though a man like him had everthing and yet he choose me.