The Possessed By Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

I said not knowing what took over me. "Really? " He said staring at me like I just betrayed him by taking his side. "This is what I want to explain" I said staring right into his eyes. "Go on" he said like he is on the verge of loosing control and destroying whatever ever is in his way. "I have a demon Dylan" I said unhappily. His expression changed slightly. "What do you mean? " He said with a serious face. "Dy I also don't understand how it all works" I said confused.

What I knew was when a person was possessed, they tend to do awful things. Things they might not remember after the deed was done. “Sin, please, you are hurting me!” I said, a little louder, so he could snap out of the daze he was in. Yet, he didn't let go. Or maybe he wasn't in any daze. “What do you want with me?!” He demanded. He gripped my shoulder and shook me. “I-I…” I stuttered. Shit! Why was I stuttering? It wasn't like I did anything wrong. Yet, I couldn't make a sentence with complete sense.

I left Demetri in bed that morning and snuck downstairs to the living room with a steaming cup of over-sweetened coffee. Being in his arms after such a horrendous nightmare went from comforting to terrifying. How could I seek comfort from someone who ran a circle of Hell? He was a demon. Granted, one who was pulling my walls down brick by brick, but a Demon no less. Was it wrong of me to judge him based on the horror stories I've heard or seen in paranormal movies?

Good and evil, God and Satan, fighting it out for possession your soul? 'Yes,' I stutter; 'I suppose I do.' 'Fool!' she says, 'fantasies and lies to deceive yourself. Your soul is already possessed by something far worse.' 'God and the Devil are fantasies?' 'Yes.' 'Then what are good and evil? Aren't they real? What is my soul possessed by?' 'They are. Good and evil are inside us, but inside you there is nothing, nothing but empty desires that you don't want to fulfil.'

/Bach…Bach…/ This lascivious slurping sound is so sad, he rubs my underside with one hand and rubs my nipples with one hand. “N… No, don't do both at the same time.” Jay Park like turning into a beast while making love, he didn't answer but kept stabbing me deep inside. “um~…”

I just pray to God, wherever he is, once make him stand in my shoes, let him feel what I'm feeling, let him be tormented like this, so that no woman suffers like this. I'm a religious person but till now he succeeded in disappearing this spirituality in me, he broke my belief that God exists. Nico is a Satan disguised in human form, and I'm his sacrificial animal. I no more a object to him, to whom he likes to agonize. He feels satisfied over it, it pleases him to see me in pain, in agony. My pain has become his reason to live, so far. I hope nobody gets the destiny like me. I'm provided with no food, till now, and I know will not be provided further.

Festar is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes locked on mine. This time, I don’t flinch. I just look at him. Really look. He’s ridiculously good-looking, and now that fear isn’t clawing at my insides, I can finally see it. The sharp lines of his jaw. The controlled stillness in his body. The heat buried behind those dark eyes. It’s not just handsome—it’s dangerous. But not in the way that makes me want to run. In the way that makes me want to know what it feels like to touch him again.

Dillon looked dumbfounded. Green Dragon and Black Turtle awkwardly scratched the back of their heads. Black Turtle explained, “The Lord of the Red Tower requested that we bring him here,” he explained. “Tyr’s current situation is the aftereffect of being possessed by the evil spirit. It’s necessary to perform an exorcism.” Dillon was astounded. Having said that, Tyr was manipulated by the God’s consciousness when he returned from the tomb. That God had perished for millennia, so it seemed perfectly acceptable to describe Tyr’s situation at the time of being possessed by God.

The whole possession thing? 'For fucks sake, Casey.' He sighed, but I swear I saw a glimmer of a smile pulling on the corners of his mouth. 'If you must know,' he said, sitting down on the sofa and reaching for his boots which he began to pull on. 'Possession is a thing, just not one of ours. Most supposed demonic possessions are bullshit hoaxes, either set up by the Council to scaremonger humans into believing their lies, or by your people out to find their five minutes of fame. Originally, of course, it was the first of those two. Council agents would possess the person in question, and make people believe it was the work of the Devil or his demons, and when the Church, in all its many for

She let out a low and sensual moan as he squeezed her breast, her hands clutching his hairs gently feeling the pleasure building. The sound of her moan sent a jolt of heat straight through him, igniting the possessive beast within even further. "You have no idea, baby," he murmured, his lips against her ear. His hands continued to explore, his touch becoming firmer, more possessive. He could feel the heat growing between them, the air charged with tension and desire. "I'm going to show you exactly why no fictional man can compare to me," he said, his voice dripping with promises and desires.