The Possessed By Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, they obeyed. The first punch landed hard against the traitor’s ribs, making him collapse forward with a gasp. Another followed, then another. Each hit was precise, calculated. I picked up my fork again and resumed eating, watching as the man groaned in pain. "Traitors," I continued, cutting into my steak, "are like diseased dogs. They bite the hand that feeds them, thinking they are clever. But they always end up like this—broken, begging, regretting."

Dante said at me as I whipped my head to face him. "I'll never leave my husband"I retorted back, standing up and interlocking hands with Raphael once again. "He is my husband for better or for worse and I love him. He is the best man I could ask for. And you should also respect him too because he is your capo" I stated at Dante who scanned me with hungry,cruel eyes. "Not for long. Your darling husband will perish soon"he scoffed before turning his gaze back to Raphael. "I promise you Raphael. You will meet your demise very soon and be forgotten like you never existed and once you do, I'll have control over this mafia, over your properties and also..."

“And you expect not to get burned?” She swallowed hard, but didn’t back down. “Maybe I’m the one holding the match.” Something shifted in him then. A dark hunger flared behind his composed facade. For a moment, the mask slipped, and she saw the man beneath the Don—the one who didn’t just take control but craved it. And that terrified her. Because part of her—just a sliver—craved him right back. ⸻ She left the balcony before he could kiss her. Before she could let herself fall into that heat. She needed control. Distance. Strength.

What if I hesitated and everything crumbled? Why me? Why does it always have to be me? I hate him. I hate him so much. All the designers and shopping was because of this. I was beginning to think that Alex had changed and wanted me to look good. Little did I know that the devil himself became worse. The thought of his cold eyes flashes through my head. I hated the way he controlled me, dangling my mother’s life. He was indeed a monster. A man who thrived on power. “I wish you death, Alex,” I whispered to myself. If I had the chance, I would end him the way he ends others. He deserves every pain in the world.

“I think something is wrong with Daisy. I had a dream, no, I prefer to call it a revelation. It felt so real a-and I just entered Daisy’s quarters, Gabriel and Seth had gone for a stroll or something. They weren’t there. Daisy was speaking to someone, I didn't see or hear what the other person was saying but I heard Daisy. “She was asking for a kind of reassurance for something. She also said that she’s almost done with her task, she just had to have sex with Seth one more time and he’d become blind to her mistakes… “I was about to cut in to ask her who she was speaking to but I couldn’t speak. I was mute and instantly paralyzed. I just stood at the spot until Daisy finished speaking to whoe

Filling and grabbing another glass of liquor from the table, he took a sip from it but without taking his eyes away from that person sitting on his bed who had not even mistakenly looked in his direction for once. "Actually I have bought something, so.." his eyes wandered all over her naked frame. "I am checking my possession on it," his words made her hug her knees more tightly because they crushed her soul cruelly. She was his possession now. He had bought her like a thing and now that was the ultimate truth of her life that he was her sole possessor. "So I won't be able to return home tonight as I need to do some more deep and thorough checks on my possession," he uttered, sniggering sile

to watch her eyes glaze over with the sheer, sadistic pleasure of being claimed. But as he moved within her, Dante felt a strange, chilling sensation. The air in the room seemed to sharpen. He realized that while he was consuming her, she was absorbing him. Every time she gasped his name, she was tethering him to her. Every time her nails marked his back, she was claiming him. The more he tried to sink into her, the more he felt himself being pulled into a depth he hadn't prepared for. The possessor was being possessed. "You're doing it again," he panted, his forehead resting against hers, his sweat mingling with her tears. "You're pulling me in. You're trying to make me lose the leash, to m

I've been preserved in amber, I am one with the sheets, I am zen. Back at the plush bed, I sink even further into comfort, soft sweet smelling fabric pushing against my cheek. My limbs are pliant, every muscle in my face relaxed, each breath in and out is evenly spaced. Relaxed back into the same fucking position I collapsed in last night. This guy is a FUCKING IDIOT. Does he really think I am his actual pet and not a woman planning violent, glorious murder.

Pulling me closer to his body, he said in a low dangerous voice, “I would cut off the hands of anyone that dares to touch you, just to teach him a lesson. Try me and see.” I gulped as I stared at him. Was it weird that the little speech he just made went straight to my core, ignoring a fire that made it impossible to walk away from him at this very moment? He must have seen the look in my eyes because he picked me up and placed me on his desk. Without waiting for permission, he kissed me. I moaned out loud as I cupped his face and kissed him back. It seems like my body loves his possessive nature.

I nodded at him surprised by his thick Russian accent. Sitting down I curled my feet up under me and removed my bookmark and began reading the start of a new chapter. The room was kind of cold and I was about to get up to put on some socks and maybe my sweater when Roark stood up walking to a closet in the hallway. He returned with a soft black throw handing it over. It kind of creeped me out, half because he read my mind and a half because I was reading a book about somebody who just knew things about people. I knew in all actuality it was probably because I had been rubbing my arms and moving around a lot.