The Exorcist Audiobook Novels & Stories

We'd be saving a large percentage of people with different neurological illnesses and that is worth waiting five years! The elevator door opened and I walked down the hallway until I got to my apartment door. I punched in the codes and the door unlocked but I was not prepared for the sight that welcomed me. “Surrender now, doctor octopus! You have nowhere to run to!” Alfred exclaimed with one leg on Easton's chest who laid on the floor. “Oh really? You underestimate me, Spider man. I'm not your regular villain!” And with that, Easton raised him up and threw him on the couch.

Rex pushes himself harder as I wrap around him, and he thrusts until we both climax together. Exhausted and worn out, Rex lay beside me and pulled me against his chest. I can feel his cock still hard behind my back. After having sex, he is still hard. Geez, where does this man get his energy from? "See, I told you no one will hear us," I twist my body to face me and trace his eyebrows. He let out a soft chuckle and kissed my forehead. "Oh, baby, they heard. You were loud." "Mmmh, I wonder why?"

I whispered from my bedroom. "Let me in," a voice said more in my head than out loud. My breath came out in a panic. "What do you want?" "To come in." I thought seeing the movie The Exorcist for the first time was scary. This took the cake! I had been the cause of a Vampire becoming dead—permanently dead. The Council had wanted me put down before that. I couldn't begin to imagine how pissed they were now that I had put down one of them.

It was now or never. "By ancient powers, unseen and grand," I murmured. The cage door swung open, a testament to Rachel's doing. "Release this soul from dark command," I continued, my gaze locked onto Rafael as he approached. "Exorcio Liberatus," Rachel, her counterpart, and I chanted in unison. "Hear my plea, set this spirit free," I implored. "This is your last day, and I warned you," Rafael snarled, lunging toward me.

"I'm David a Deacon from St. Paul's Parish. Father Frank has been waiting for you." ****** Why does this always end up in me meeting Reverend Fathers? I want me some nuns! Anyways let's round this up. That's it on today's Confessions Of An Exorcist. See you next time. Don't get possessed. Or I might have to do nasty things to you. Author's Note: can run forever."

Gina said. “I don’t have it. Gabriel was cured by exorcism. You should call a priest to cast out all the demons tormenting you and Penelope, she’ll be fine.” Gordon said. “Oh really? Let’s see how smart your mouth will remain after this.” Gina said. “Ahhhh!!!!” Gordon screamed. The pain intensified and it felt like his brain was frying. He was the only one that could see and hear Gina. “Come on, Gina. Come out here and face the rest of us. Leave Gordon alone, have you and Penelope not messed with him enough?” Daisy shouted. She wasn’t sure if Gina heard her or not but she said it anyways. As you wish…” Gina said.

"I didn't do shit to be here and I will be getting out of it, soul and all. And I will make sure some of your so-called prizes follow." He cringed. Feeling as though he was playing a part in The Exorcist. He'd never believed in all those things that went bump in the night. The cold beings that twisted beneath their feet and those the Sunday preacher intoned about. They were like fairy tales. There to spook children and adults into decent behaviour but really turned them against the grain. "Who the heck are you?" He mumbled, pushing the door open with his shoulder and heading directly to the bookcase. "If I can work that out then I will have a major advantage."

I cried for a long time, all the way until Dad and Grandma came back. They brought with them a middle-aged guy who looked like some kind of exorcist. As soon as they walked in, they pointed at the woman next to me and yelled, "Sir, that's her! This evil spirit has taken over my wife and is holding my daughter captive!" I couldn't wrap my head around how just standing there made me the one being "held captive". With a dramatic flourish, the exorcist pulled out a bottle of holy water from his bag and started chanting. Suddenly, the holy water was floating in midair and flying right at the woman. It splashed on her and turned into a puff of black smoke.

The wet sounds were deafening—sloppy squelches, flesh slapping flesh, muffled cries, the constant drip of arousal and lube onto the marble steps. Father Elias circled the altar like a dark celebrant, stroking himself slowly. “Confess,” he commanded every few minutes. “Louder. Let the Lord hear how thoroughly you have fallen.” Maria’s voice, hoarse, wrecked, rose between mouthfuls of cunt. “I… I am a whore for Christ… I want every sister’s cum on my tongue… I want my holes stretched until they never close… I want Father’s seed inside me… please… exorcise me with your cocks and cunts…”

"Mierda! Okay, you should probably get her out if you can. According to everything I've read, exorcisms are noisy. You don't want to try one of them in the campus library." "Any suggestions on accomplishing that?" "Know a dentist with a portable nitrous set up?"