The Possessed By Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

Damien’s POV Sitting on my manly couch in my office, I could hear the faint exchange of voice between my secretary and a lady I can’t put a face on. With a quick adjustment, he sat up as he heard the sound of his office door opening with katherine's face popping into his office. “No wonder I can’t put a face to her voice , he thought”. He only uses her free offer of her body to his disposal to annoy his wolf who seems to always be agitated due to the fact that they cannot find his Luna, his mate yet. Groaning within , he could feel his wolf’s displeasure and disappointment on what is about to happen.

I kept kissing her slowly as I walked into the bedroom with her, I laid her on the bed and I took of her clothes, I started kissing her body, leaving open mouthed kisses on her skin. She was so fucking perfect and her breast looked bigger and firmer, I know it was because of the pregnancy, she was glowing more too. I slowly took off my shirt and pants leaving me in just my boxer briefs, as I went back to kissing her. I was worshiping her body because she deserved everything good. She reached for my boxer briefs and I took it off. My hands came in contact with her wet sex and she shuddered, I teased her opening with my dick while kissing her lips

I asked, trying to use some words to get his guards down because there was no way I could tackle him with my physical strength. "Hmm, true, but...you know what I think?" He asked, leaning in closer. I continue to gawk up at him in horror. I wish this were a nightmare, but the burn on my palm felt too real. "I think once something becomes his possession, he doesn't like anyone touching it, let alone looking at it. It's only he who could discard it. So you right now,...you are his dearest possession and my greatest revenge." I stared at him in shock. My body began to tremble in fear despite my attempt to keep myself steady. He seemed to know Sergei more than I did.

He means Parkinson, a big debtor bastard. "No. I don't want to think about anything anymore Roberto, tomorrow I'll see what he has to offer me in exchange for his life." "I hear rumors that he has a daughter, but she is not at all pretty, let alone attractive. So they say!" "So be it! If the rumors are true, at least I will have a maid. I hope she'll be useful for something, I'm tired of disappointments in my life." "But just be careful that she gives you horrible nightmares after seeing her. From what they say she is deformed and no longer of any use, it looks like a guy set her on fire. Her mother never cared, thus being Parkinson's sad, ugly, unhappy daughter."

He swallowed. Scorpion watched Osy with a smirk. This was the devil he knew and not the man he had been for the past three months. This was the first time since Kon came to live with them that the devil had done this. And he wondered what might have caused it. Osy strode over to the last man, looking like a post-apocalyptic hero who was on his way home after killing zombies. "What should I do with you?" He leaned in to whisper into the man's ears. "I know exactly what." He chuckled. "I will cut you to pieces and send you back to your master. How does that sound? Perfect, right?"

Chapter 5: The Alpha's Possession** Damon sat on his bed in the cold, quiet room, staring at the limp woman on his bed emotionlessly. She had offered herself to him, despite knowing the chances of survival were slim. He had taken her countless times and doubted she would survive the next hour—women were indeed brainless. Damon got up from the bed, left in his black pants, and put on his black shirt before leaving the room. He went outside the castle and watched the full moon as his eyes changed from gray to ink-black. He headed toward a tree where Rayven sat on a branch with his back resting against the thick bark. His other leg swung to and fro as he bit into an apple in his hand.

And a carefree, warmth-filled woman who didn’t even realize she was changing everything around her just by existing. He wanted to own the space she walked into. She wanted to breathe inside it. He saw love as possession. She saw love as freedom. And neither of them knew yet — They were about to become each other’s greatest weakness. Author’s Note Hi readers 🤍 His Possession, Her Freedom is my second novel and a deeper step into my writing journey. This story comes entirely from my own imagination, shaped by emotions, contrasts, and the delicate line between possession and freedom in love. It explores power, vulnerability, control, warmth, and what happens when two completely different emoti

"Or maybe... Rico De Romano is a narcissistic asshole, whose reign should be over. He was never fit to be Capo." Calla turned her face away from him, her eyes dropping to his hands instead. One was clenched so tight that his knuckles had gone white, while the other dragged his nails slowly over his thigh, like he was holding something back. There was something wrong with the way he moved. Too calm and controlled. It wasn’t anger the way normal people felt it. It was darker, colder, and it made her stomach twist. This was the kind of man who enjoyed being in control, who hurt people without feeling a thing.

I looked away, not because I had to but because I wanted to give her that sliver of dignity she was losing by the second. After she stripped off her dress, she slumped back onto the sofa. Yeah, I'd always known her body was beautiful and toned, but I never let myself go there. I never let it turn into something I wanted. But now... Now something was shifting inside me. I hate that my eyes lingered. The way something dark and hungry started crawling up my spine. I was practically scolding myself in my head, pulling at my own thoughts like they were misbehaving. So I did the only thing I could think of. I picked her up and carried her to my room.

But even when normal mortals couldn’t see demons, they had been fighting them for ages with whatever little spiritual and mental strength they possessed, relying on their faith in the celestials. The demons that haunted Nikolai were among the strongest and most evil. If it had been a normal mortal, they would have succumbed to madness by now. The dark circles, the restlessness and jumpiness in his eyes, the stiffness in his shoulders, and the weary look on his face were all proof that my demons were influencing him deeply. From his thoughts to his emotions, he was being possessed. So how? He was clearly not spiritually awakened. So, there could be only two possibilities. Nikolai either had i