Post Possession Damage Control Novel Novels & Stories

A sad grimace curved my lips when I realized maybe in real life, he would never smile or look at me with so much love in his eyes… Maybe in the end of this dangerous tug of war, I will be the only one left alone…I will be the only one to get hurt…yet still, I couldn’t let go of tha cold hand I was holding onto still. Thus, unable to control myself, I placed a soft kiss on his cold pale lips this time, while admiring his unconscious face…as a grim smile escaped from me. “How hopeless it is…to be in love with a monster…”

It was less than 48 hours since Jacob was hospitalized and declared as in vegetable state, however my father was much more interested in the deal that I managed to get him yesterday, but then again I am no different than my father, speaking it bluntly I was his horrible spitting image, yesterday I was flushed while because of overburden work however the first thing that ignited me after accidently finding Victoria was my own pleasure. I took her to my secure summer house in North and literally fucked her insanely, I wasn’t done with her however I had to top myself because of urgent call from doctor that was treating Jacob, yesterday Jacob had seizure while being in vegetable state and was in

breathless, he was stealing my first kiss “B..let me go.” Day by day, the vision blurred, it seemed that the other guys were standing up and starting to leave this room one by one, leaving only him and me. Why? Isn't this a business talk? I was thinking in fear, his voice continued to play in my ear "why do you dare to think while having intercourse with me?" “T… I don't have one! Please forgive me, I really don't sell my body, I only turmeric, .. if you want, ask another go girl."

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His jaw is granite, eyes calculating damage and building fortresses around his family’s reputation. “We control this story,” he says, voice low and commanding. “Before the vultures circle. You handle damage control, manage the narrative, make this disappear.” My father leans forward, fingers steepled like he’s in prayer or planning someone’s professional funeral. “Agreed.” No discussion. No hesitation. Just marching orders wrapped in expensive cologne and quiet desperation. And suddenly I’m holding a bomb with a ticking clock, trying not to think about the fact that the fuse looks suspiciously like the man I swore I’d never deal with again.

She welcomed the flames. Marching into Nicholas's office, I walked in with full armor. "We need to kill this story." He was already on the phone. "No, we're issuing a statement. She earned her place here. End of discussion." He looked at me. "Damage control is underway. HR, PR, and legal are handling it." "Do you think it's Cassandra?" He nodded. "She's sloppy when she's emotional. And right now? She's desperate." "Then let's end this."

Martil didn’t answer. Kaleb rolled his eyes. “Seriously?” “No, I’m curious.” I looked directly at Martil. “You’ve destroyed businesses. Started wars. Made enemies everywhere. Yet one girl appears and suddenly—” My words died when Martil took a step forward. Not fast. Not aggressive. Just deliberate. And somehow that was worse. “I tolerated a lot from you,” he said quietly. His voice remained calm. Controlled. “Because you were annoying.” I frowned. “Excuse me?”

Once a Fool, Now a Queen Aurora Sinclair’s POV ⸻ *Damage Control* I didn’t have to check my phone to know that Damian was scrambling. The confession had spread like wildfire, and within hours, news outlets were dissecting every syllable of his words, every implication of what he had done. By the next morning, #DamianWhitmoreExposed was trending. And I knew exactly how he’d respond. A man like Damian didn’t know how to admit defeat. He only knew how to destroy whatever threatened him.

Baski screamed instinctively. But it was too late. It was too late the minute they opened the door of this storeroom and stepped into this place. It was too late, for he did it before she was able to get the words out. . . . WATCH OUT FOR THE SEASON FINALE. THE FINAL PART OF THE BOOK. Name: MY WOMAN. MY POSSESSION. Subtitle: THE RISE OF QUEEN DANIKA. Note: It will be posted here. You don't need to look out for a new book.

Her bag flew from her hand and landed on the ground with the content scattered all over the floor. she stumbled back a step, and glance up to see the thundering hard glance of Mr Damien What the hell is wrong with you? He thundered! Can’t you be coordinated for once in your life, he chorus! With a shaking voice, Freda apologized and bend to pick all her contents. As Damien walked out of the office with a hiss. The fact the school is resuming soon makes my heart race. I have to pay my semester’s bills again and right now, I’m low on cash.