Post Possession Damage Control Novel Novels & Stories

They are also stronger than the pack members. Hope you understand, and sure I might have missed some, but as the story goes on, you can ask when ever you don't understand. So this is it, now let's get started. Grab you popcorns. You can grab a cup for me too. Send it via Email. BEAUTIFULLY DAMAGED. (Warning this book contains some violence scenes, curse words and possessiveness. Just so you know.) For those of you who read my previous book, The good girl's upgrade and decided to cheek this one out thank you alot.

"They didn't suit you." "They suited me just fine," Nova snapped. "They were mine." He finally turned, gaze cutting into her like a blade. "So is everything else in this house. Including you." "Is that what I am now?" Nova whispered. "An accessory?" "No," Damian said, standing now, drink abandoned. "You're not something I wear. You're something I protect." Nova backed away a step. "That's not protection. That's control." "You don't understand—"

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Voss Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’” Her words faltered as Damian 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. Damian’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.

The queen who rules on his heart. _________________________________ THE END. ____________________________________ So, guys, this was the end of Damon’s Possession. What a long journey but gladly finally we come to our destination. Now I am going to start Yes, Master. Do follow that story and give the same love you gave to this story. Spread the purple heart.

One person who needs to know exactly where this is going. But I don’t call her. Not yet. Because once I do— This becomes something else. Something more personal than it already is. Damien leans back slightly. “This isn’t about compliance anymore,” he says. “No.” “It’s controlled damage.” “Yes.” “And we’re reacting to it.” “For now.” He looks at me. “What’s the next move?”I don’t answer immediately. Because the truth isThere isn’t one yet. Not a clean one.Not a safe one. Only options that cost something.

She looks at me, and for a second it feels like we’re on the same side again. “I’m sorry too,” she says, almost under her breath. It’s not forgiveness. But it’s something. I let go of her wrist, and she lingers for a heartbeat before stepping back. She turns away, heading toward the stairs. And though I let her go this time, part of me wants to follow her all over again. Jewel The thing about poison is… it doesn’t always burn on contact. Sometimes, it’s sweet. Smooth. Easy to swallow. That’s Jace.

He took a deep breath, counting to five before typing out on the keyboard again. “We didn’t order it.” He hesitated again, squeezing his eyes closed before he stamped his paw on the Enter button. He watched Tempest’s eyes as surprise flickered through them, followed by confusion, before finally landing on anger. She thought he was lying. “We took the fall, to save his life, but we didn’t order it.” Tempest let out a snarl, a low rumbling sound from the pit of her belly as she jumped forward, pushing Rian away from the keyboard so she could type. “Lying won’t earn forgiveness.”

A gust of cold wind swept through, stirring up the thin layer of snow on the ground. It reminded me of the blood-streaked snow from that mountain, a weight I had carried in my heart for so many days and nights. But now, the wind had finally blown it away. The case of the stolen Iridium-192 finally came to a close. Apart from theft, I also sued Lorraine for defamation and Neil for physical assault. Not that either of them had the energy to face any legal proceedings. Their conditions deteriorated rapidly, and alarmingly so. At first, they were put in the same hospital room, but they soon turned on each other. After a physical fight broke out in the room, the hospital had to separate them.

he teased, sipping his espresso. I rolled my eyes. “You saw the headlines.” “And I handled it,” he replied smoothly. “The press was fed a new story. We're on a romantic getaway, celebrating our whirlwind love story. Danielle even got that lifestyle blogger to post those shots of us from the boat. And David made sure no paparazzi got within a hundred miles.” I smiled despite myself. “You’re good at this.” He raised an eyebrow. “Damage control?” I leaned closer. “Romantic sabotage.”

"Athena, that night she went out with Winter and Dylan, someone sent you a photo of her and another man both naked. You were furious and felt cheated. Your wedding is set in a week, but she cheated on you. You're in a rage. You returned home without finishing your business meeting to confirm if the photo was true or if someone had just played frank with you. When you find out that Athena isn't home, you ask someone to check the photo's authenticity, and it wasn't Photoshop but real. You trash your room after throwing everything. Jason and Alex tried to stop you, but they couldn't get closer to you because you threw things at them. You lost control, and finally, after an hour, you stopped, bu