The Possessed By Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

“Power. Fear. That’s what keeps men like Nikolai from cutting your throat.” Her tears burned, but she held them back. “I didn’t ask for this!” “No,” Dante growled. “But you were born into it the second your father signed your life away.” His gaze locked onto her, merciless. “And now you belong to me.” Her heart jolted. “You keep saying that. But what happens when you’re done? When you tire of your possession? Do I end up like them?” She gestured to the memory of bodies lying cold in the street.

I tried so much not to move as I stayed under the water listening in to their conversation. “I didn’t. I am working” Enzo retorted, his voice monotonous like always. The voices coming from up the falls. “You realize she is your destiny, right?” The woman asked him as he scoffed.. “I make my destiny,” He dismissed, “You can make your destiny. Don’t try to run away from what is already yours.” The woman said as he chuckled softly. “I make my own rules. Your gods watched as they were taken from me. So don’t talk to me about destiny and fate,” he fumed as I took a step back, wanting to get out of the water...

She stood there merely looking at them as if they were bugs, but nothing can mask the murderous intent in her eyes that was cold and sinister, without a trace of pity nor warmth. What scared them the most was the fact of bloodlust oozing away from her; it was as if they were in front of an executioner. She merely stood there doing nothing and just smiled at them, but the men lying on the floor felt like they would be better drenched with hot water than having to suffer in her hands. She retracted her murderous intent but still smiled , feeling quite satisfied with what she did. With that, she turned to leave, and this made the men lying on the floor breathe a sigh of relief, but she suddenly

He saw me. I forced a little laugh immediately. “And how are you so sure that I am not having an affair outside of our marriage, Mr. Vetrov.” I teased. He came closer with a proud smile on his face. “Because even with all your beauty and your curvy figure, my dearest wife, no sane man would dare come close to you, not when they know you are Don Nikolai's Possession.” he said and curled his arm around my waist. I felt my heart jump when he said that, the way he said it, the look in his eyes and the depth of his voice. It wasn't just mere words to him, he believed it!

“It wasn’t an act of brutality. It was an execution.” Sasha stood up with effort, still trembling. “That… that thing… wasn’t just an illusion. It was deep, intimate knowledge. It knew exactly how to break me.” Dmitry looked at him with more attention now. “And you resisted.” Sasha laughed bitterly. “No. I bought it. I desired it. I failed.” Alexei approached, placing a firm hand on Sasha’s shoulder. “You were deceived, brother. That wasn’t natural desire. It was poison.” “It was more than that,” Dmitry replied, his voice low. “It was the kind of creature the Demidovs wanted to use to subjugate the councils, break pacts between clans, destroy alliances without firing a single bullet.”

Ha… But tonight, I was determined to embrace the moment. I'll enjoy myself! I grip tightly to the edge of the table as my vision becomes blurry again. I clung onto a glass filled with a mysterious concoction, and with each sip, the warmth spread through my body, replacing my anxiety with a blissful haze. As the night progressed, I found myself engrossed in conversation with the servants. They spoke highly of Callisto, the enigmatic boss of the mansion. He, an enigmatic boss, is my ass.

It included— Classical possession: (where a demon takes over a person's body, controlling them like a puppet). Obsessive possession: (creating recurring disturbing thoughts, causing suicidal ideation). External possession: (where physical pain is caused to the subject, though they remain conscious). And finally, and most importantly, Oppressive possession:

Through our bond, I can feel his tension spike in response to my distress, his protective instincts sharpening like a blade. "I was literally possessed by forces beyond my understanding or control," Isabella continues, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "The darkness consumed me from within, twisted my thoughts and amplified my worst impulses until I couldn't distinguish between my own desires and the malevolent influence that had taken root in my soul." She speaks about this possession with a mixture of shame and what might be lingering fascination that makes my blood run cold. There's something in her tone that suggests she remembers the experience with more fondness than revuls

If I managed to get free from him, I don't think that I would ever be able to trust any other man. Suddenly, the expression on his face shifted from that of softness to anger. He grabbed the bedsheets tightly, his eyes bored into mine with chilling intensity. "Don't think about any other male when I am with you! Only I possess your thoughts, your soul, your heart, your eyes, your breath, your body—everything" He breathed "You are my possession, my Tesoro" He surely has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and I am scared of that. Unable to stand the wrath that was emanating from his body, I tilted my head away from him, not wanting to see him anymore. He reminds me of the pain of my brother.

My mouth opened countless times, closing and opening, no, I couldn't accept that, so I was going to leave it explicitly. Oh yes, of course Christmas, I sold myself to Santa Claus, which was more than a doll I got, when I sold myself, Even though right now, all I wanted was a taste other than the bruises on my body that Nikolai was real. In addition to a good snow day on a cosy morning, with the strategy of having a good Christmas, sleeping all day. And what more than that necklace to prove it? A man who seemed to have a lot of money, like a king, but who was Nikolai Dostoyevsky, or Nikolai D. ?