Possession Plot Novels & Stories

Elies couldn’t walk down the hallway without hearing whispers and seeing curious stares. She found refuge at her usual table with Jenna, who was doing her best to cheer her up. “Honestly, Damien’s possessiveness is kind of… hot,” Jenna admitted, earning a glare from Elies. “I’m just saying! He’s like one of those brooding bad boys in romance novels.” “He’s insufferable,” Elies muttered, stabbing her salad with unnecessary force. “Maybe,” Jenna said with a shrug. “But he’s clearly into you.” “That doesn’t make it okay,” Elies argued.

My heart wants him to hold me tighter cause am all his, his possession, all of me. I remember his confession and our wild last night together, I remember how he devoured my lips with his, and how his every kisses were more passionate than the last, more eloquent than any word could be, how his kisses were intense and rough... I love when he becomes rough with me, I loved how he brought me back to his room and to his bed, how he tore my damn clothes off, and how I let him have his way, how his juicy big dick penetrated inside and drowned me in that possessive love of his.

"And if you ,ever dare to let the thought of another man to even invade into your dreams who's not me then I'll be your worst nightmare, Heaven, " Inessa peered into his eyes, clueless because she didn't know why he was saying all those things to her but the deadly amount of possession she had seen in his eyes for her had terrified her till her core. Her eyes continued to gaze at him, wordlessly. She, for a brief moment forgot about each and everything that was happening to her and was going to happen because at that moment, under his possesive gaze, Inessa just stared at that destruction which her fate had brought to her for saving her from the outside world.

Lou finished, but he failed to explain why he was here rather than out there searching for the demon that got away. “It wasn’t mutual. It was forced.” Reggie said from under her breath. Michael looked up smiling and took over the conversation. “The Witch is correct. By her obtaining a rare item, the other witch was able to make this headache happen. The item she was able to get is called Malum Possessio, to keep it simple, it was originally used for locking in curses set long ago by a secret coven. They were able to use the item and force demonic possession upon someone whom the Malum would curse. The curse would pull whatever evil being it could from hell and they would use whatever evil be

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Richmond Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’” Her words faltered as Charlie suddenly thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her moan loudly. He pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself to the hilt. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with lust and something darker... possession. Jessica’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she continued riding him, her hips moving in a slow, filthy rhythm. Charlie’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.

The kind of love that people built futures around. My vision blurred briefly. Then Sebastian paused the footage suddenly. “Here.” I blinked. The camera had shifted slightly. Toward the edge of the ballroom. Toward Camilla who was watching us like a hawk. My entire body went still because the expression on her face… It wasn’t jealousy. It was possession denied. A cold, focused and terrifyingly calm obsession. Like someone watching another woman wear something she already believed belonged to her.

“Seal the estate!!! No one leaves, I want every camera feed, every access log, every guard interrogated. This nonsense has to stop.” They moved instantly. I stepped closer to Marisol, my eyes fixed on the dagger, slowly and deliberately. I wrapped my fingers around the hilt and pulled it free. The sound was wet and final. I reclaimed my locket, wiping the blood away with the edge of my sleeve before fastening it around my neck. “This wasn’t business,” I said, finally looking at Dante. “This was possession.” His eyes darkened. “He’s declaring ownership.” Dante stared at the message on the painting for a long moment. His expression didn’t change, but I could feel the shift in him. The air arou

She didn't plead. "I am your possession, Dante," she whispered against his lips, her fingers digging into his back, drawing blood that smeared against the white sheets. "But a possession that owns its owner is a dangerous thing. Every time you take me, you give another piece of yourself away. How much is left, Dante? How much of the 'Moretti Monster' is left before there’s only a shell that lives for me?"

The screen shifted again, showing clips of the river, the damaged car being pulled out, flashing lights, and officers moving around the scene. Calla’s breathing became uneven, and her chest tightened. Fifty million dollars. That wasn’t just a reward, it was desperation. And that was exactly where they are at the moment. Desperate. Beside her, Luxe let out a low breath. “That’s for sure gonna bring attention,” she muttered. “Too much attention,” Sophia added quietly. "Yeah," Calla whispered. "We need that to find him." She rubbed her arm, her gaze still on the television.

“I was in a hurry to murder someone, but you stopped me. Again.” Her eyes widened. “Murder someone?! Why?” I tilted my head, savoring the way my reflection gleamed in her gaze. “To reclaim what’s mine. To take back my possession, I’d have to get rid of the opponent, wouldn’t I?” “That’s wrong.” Her frown deepened, and for the first time, a woman dared to look at me that way, unwavering, unafraid. My wolf froze. “First, if something is truly your possession, it will always return to you, no matter who tries to snatch it away. And second, ” her voice was firm, her eyes fierce, “if someone takes it from you, then fight to win it back like any other man. Only when there is no other choice…should