Post Possession Damage Control Novel Novels & Stories

If she saw me zoning out one more time, she’d definitely start bugging me. We kept walking, and Veronica was her usual chatty self, typical Veronica, always rambling about milk tea and romance novels. She can stay up all night reading those love stories, but when it comes to our class textbooks? She’s already yawning by the first page. We were already inside the milk tea shop, I had my drink in hand, but Veronica was still at the counter, arguing with the server about the quality of the sugar used. A few more minutes passed before she finally wrapped things up and marched straight over to the table where I was sitting.

DANTE “Someone is hot on your tail and whoever they are, are really great at covering their tracks. They use encrypted messages that self-destruct the moment they’ve been read and make payments via crypto and cash.” Enzo commented coming to sit next to me on the bench set outside the boxing ring. Another of my establishments took a hit and I wasn’t as lucky as I was the last time. I cracked my neck, rolling the tension from my shoulders. When I catch whoever this is, and I will catch him, I’ll make sure his death is as slow as possible.

she walked downstairs and towards the kitchen, she opened multiple shelfs to find coco powder, because she wanted to make chocolate cookie. she opened a shelf on the top, and the coco powder was there. she tried to grab it but her height was too short for it. she tried to jump but it didn't work, just then she felt a body pressing against her and grabbing the coco powder. she turned around just to witness Uncle jake standing close to her, she immediately stepped back not liking his closeness. "I was just helping you," he said forwarding the coco powder to her and she hesitatedly took the container from his hands, his fingers brushed her delicate hands, and that disgusted her.

“We remain strong. Focused. Moving forward.” He looked calm. Controlled. Like none of this was touching him. It almost made me laugh. “Damage control,” I muttered. Victoria crossed her arms. “Exactly. He’s getting ahead of it.” My eyes stayed on the screen. On him. “He looks convincing,” Theo added. “He’s always convincing,” I said. That was the problem. The clip ended. Another headline flashed. DAMIAN BLACK ADDRESSES SCANDAL PROMISES STABILITY. Victoria didn’t wait.

He and Daisy appeared under a shared umbrella, red hair plastered to their faces, looking at me like I'd lost my mind. "You're soaked," Daisy said, stating the obvious. "Come inside." "I can't find him." Daniel grabbed my arm and dragged me under the hotel awning. "Standing in a thunderstorm isn't gonna fix this, man. We're just as freaked out as you are." "Trouble was closer than you thought," Daisy added, her voice softer. "Damian Prescott. Your stepbrother. What are the odds?" I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "The universe hates me. That's the odds."

A light frown on my face would make him panic. I used to think I was the happiest woman in the world—until that familiar scar appeared in a trending post written by a woman who claimed she had given birth to her best friend's husband's child. It felt so surreal that I could barely believe it, yet the truth sat there on my screen, cruelly crushing everything I once believed.

Madison’s POV Control is not something Madison loses. It is something she maintains. Builds. Protects. Refines. And yet— Tonight— Control slipped. --- The Aftermath The screen is still blank. The page that once carried her carefully constructed narrative— Gone. Not buried. Not hidden. Erased. Madison stands still, her phone still in her hand, staring at the error message like it might change if she waits long enough. It doesn’t. --- The Silence

It's been long he met someone like her "Fine,you're ugly-ish." "Lewis "she pouted the more making him roll his eyes "Âss down. I'll make you something to eat. You love spaghetti and meatballs right?" "Of course, but do you know how to cook ?"she asked slowly. "Of course i do "he responded sharply She shurrged her shoulders and went to the living room "Crazy personality" he mumbled turning on the gas An Underground Casino** Tikka watched from a distance as Eros exchanged the briefcase containing drugs with the Philippines. Her gun ready and loaded in her hand awaiting for any stunts they'll try to pull

Something else was there, and he intended to drag it into the light. He set the glass down, staring at his own reflection in the window: a man who had everything, yet found himself obsessed with the one secret that had almost slipped through his grasp. “Run while you can, Elara,” he murmured into the quiet. “But understand this, I’ve already decided how this ends.” Possession, not destruction. Control, not exposure. And once Damon Cross made a decision, nothing in this city, not Clarisse, not the board, not even Elara herself, would change it.

(Damon’s POV) By s‍ix-thir‌ty the pe‍nt‍house w⁠as a grid⁠ o‌f quie⁠t motion—‌stylists, ass‍istants, a florist arranging l⁠as‌t-minut⁠e details for photographs that woul‌d‍ prove no‌thing except that I knew ho⁠w to control a narrative. Contro⁠l. Th‌e wor‌d that had once felt like safety now tas‌ted like strai‌n.