Post Possession Damage Control Novel Novels & Stories

For the first time in a long while, someone touched me without cruelty. And I let myself feel. QUESTION OF THE DAY Alice has discovered that her husband has another woman—will she finally walk away? Her visit to Christopher’s house crossed a dangerous line. Will this trespass destroy everything? READ: POSSESSION OR LOVE?

William looked at Soren, soren looked at his plate. Dinner was loud like always, William told a story about something that happened at work which had Mia crying with laughter by the end of it. Henrik asked Soren about the Harrington acquisition, they talked about it briefly until Joy put her hand on Henrik's arm and said not at the table. Henrik conceded immediately like he always do with her. Rose ate and said very little which shows that she was saving her energy. Soren knew the signs, the wonders appeared at dessert. "Petra looks beautiful in her engagement photos," Joy said, passing the bowl to William. "Have you seen them?"

A thick stack of photos was spread out on the table and some of them even bounced on the ground. Every picture was exactly the same. They were all of Jace and Dina, hugging and kissing intimately. The relationship between the two of them was obvious. General Anderson was the first to attack Jace, he slammed the table heavily with his palm, "Look at what you've done, if I didn't cut off these things in advance, tomorrow, you will be the headlines of all the newspapers, and magazines, the military uniform you're wearing, I'll take it off tomorrow."

My front bumped his and I almost threw up in my mouth, but I forced myself to look up at him and gave him a sultry grin. It worked. His jaw dropped, his eyes sparking with shock as he looked down at my face. “You want this, you greedy little slut,” he muttered in a low voice. Then more to himself, “I knew it.” I held back a gag as I nodded my head in confirmation. Damien looked so pleased, his face almost shining. He ducked down, pursing his lips as he prepared to kiss me. His hold on my wrists loosened, and I immediately took advantage, slamming my head into his nose.

Steven declared, and I could see the pained expression on Jessica's face. Is there something I'm missing here? "Whatever!" I scoffed at them, rolling my eyes, and they all burst into laughter, including Brandon. They're a bunch of jerks. I turned my head, surveying the surroundings and appreciating the beautiful decorations. Surprisingly, a smile slowly formed at the corner of my mouth. As I admired the scenery, my gaze suddenly landed on Nancy, Fred's younger sister, who was standing in a corner. My frown deepened as I watched her pour some kind of powder, possibly a drug or poison, into a glass of drink.

I had taken the fragile, hopeful creature I had become in that penthouse and strangled him with my own hands on a public street. The ghost of Serena’s touch on my hand was a brand. The image of her face in that final second, the hope extinguished, replaced by a devastation so complete that it stopped my heart, was seared onto the back of my eyelids. And I would see it forever. “You exhibited strength today, Damien,” Eleanor said, her voice no longer a frail whisper but the familiar, steel-edged command. She was already on her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. “Harrison, draft the press release. Effective immediately. And prepare the documents for the transfer of my controlling sha

On getting home Dora told her mom all the things she experienced today, from being fired to catching her fiance and to almost being hit by a car today. Her mom consoled her and told her every thing was going to be alright. *********** THREE MONTHS LATER POV AUTHOR In a meeting room Damien sat at the head of the table with his legs crossed and fingers taping gently on the table in a rhythmical way , he was about taking ownership of a company which he found to be useful in the nearest future .

"No mama. I didn't" "That's good to know. I don't want your relationship with him, to be affected by your past. Possessiveness resides in the nature of men and if he comes to know that his woman was involved with another man or another man is involved with his woman, then he lights up the whole world with fire. The fire which burns both the culprits." "But mama I wasn't involved with Shoaib" "But you were with Daniyal, Zahra!" "What if Irtaza came to know about this mama?"

He could feel everything—the stretch, the fullness, the humiliating pleasure—but he couldn’t control his own body. Damian I’m here I’m still here don’t let it win Damian’s eyes locked on Alex’s glowing ones. “I know you’re in there,” he growled. “Fight it. You’re stronger than this thing.” He thrust up suddenly, hard and deep, catching the entity off guard. The possession flickered. For one precious second, Alex’s real eyes returned clear, terrified, loving. “Damian help me” Then the entity regained control, slamming down harder, riding with vicious intent.

Their PR team had already drafted statements, headlines, and potential social media responses. “Damage control won’t be enough,” the director said briskly. “We need a narrative. Something strong, clean, and believable.” “Like what?” Dante asked lazily. “That Miss Carver is being courted professionally,” the woman replied. “That all three men — Dusk, Cross, and Moretti — were discussing collaborations with her fashion brand. Nothing personal.” Liana blinked. “You mean lie.” “It’s not lying,” Cassian said, though his tone betrayed his discomfort. “It’s redirecting.”