The Possessed By Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

It's just weird how people term this as sexuality. Why are you happy to cause someone immense pain? Is either you're a psychopath or a sadist. And who willingly gives herself to such a freak? Unless you're a masochist. I don't know why, but I imagine Christian Grey as Rodrigo. His facial features fit the description in the book. My attention shifted to the front door when I heard some rustling noise. I kept my book on the sofa and walked towards the door. I peeped through the peephole and saw Rodrigo struggling to open the door.

I didn’t have the luxury to overthink—not when I was running out of options. For a moment, I thought he was going to help me. I really believed he would do something good, that he would show kindness. But I was wrong. Before I could process what was happening, he suddenly closed the distance between us. In one swift motion, his hand was around my neck—not in a way that hurt me, but in a way that felt disturbingly sensual. His grip was firm, almost possessive. He wasn’t choking me, but the weight of his hand sent a shiver through my entire body.

You could say I no longer saw him as the man who was threatening me but as the man who I met last night. Once close, one hand buried itself in my hips and pulled me flush against him. "Now you are mine and mine only...You are my possession." I wasn't sure if it was the dominant way he phrased it or the husky, firm voice he used, but his words aroused something...a desire of some sort. And I couldn't discard the fact that my heart throbbed frantically behind my chest, much like two years ago when I had been in a totally different situation with a totally different guy.

"And what if you are?" His lips curved. Dark. Dangerous. "Then you should pray, Elena Rossi. Because the devil does not let go of what belongs to him." He turned and walked away. I stood there frozen, realizing I had walked into a cage made of gold and glass. And the devil held the only key.

The Thorne game was only beginning, and the price would be paid in blood and sanctity. Dorian, however, gave Sigfri no time to process the threat. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and threw her onto his massive mahogany desk. The sound of objects crashing to the floor was a distant, insignificant echo. He was over her in an instant, his hands tearing through her silk blouse, buttons flying. There was no tenderness, only a fierce urgency to possess. "Why like this?" she cried out through muffled moans. "Because this way you will understand that I am a demon, and not whatever you try to make yourself believe inside. I will make you forget even what I was before this."

He wanted to move on in his life with the sole love of her life. At first, he only wanted Zahra to claim her as his. He wanted her to know that she was only his and no one else's. He had a strong urge to make Zahra only his. He was always possessive of his belongings and so was the case of Zahra. He became extremely possessive of her. And in this game of his possession, he forgot when he crossed his line and behaved like a barbarian to her and dealt with her in the same way as those people who disobeyed him. He was still possessive of her but a softer side entered his heart. He felt those emotions with Zahra that he had never felt before. His heart compelled him to trust her unlike his brain

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.

“I understand and truly, if everything was as it should be, Ann would definitely lose to you, Lana.” “The problem is, normal Ann would not even think of hurting you and would probably die trying to stop you but a possessed Ann.” Jade smiled evilly. “She would bleed you like a goat.” Possessed. What the hell? I had seen more twists in just three to thirty minutes than five years with Silas. How did possession ever enter the conversation now? If I didn't know that Ann was a pretty truthful person and she's genuinely good, I would have sworn she was a scammer of some sort.

I didn't want her to get into trouble for being afraid for me. When I finished my entire story, James stared at me, his expression unreadable. Several minutes passed with him in silence. "Do you think I'm possessed by some evil entity?" I broke the silence. "Is that what your church teaches? That if you foresee things, you're possessed?" He countered my question. I took a deep breath. "Am I?" He huffed. "Of course not. And if I'm right, it's much worse than that." My eyes widened. What could possibly be worse than being possessed?

“I really don't see what you like about thay woman. She just a maid qith nothing special to her,’ he uttered talking g to hos wolf. “The moon goddess must have lost her mind to bind me to someone like that.” “You've resorted to talking to yourself, I see,” the guard’s words came, taunting him, but he refused to react. “It's fine to keep yourself distracted kid, just don't lise your mind just yet.” “You are enjoying this, aren't you?” Dawson growled, but the only reaction he received was a raised eyebrow. “Who wouldn't?” The guard shrugged his shoulders. “It's mot every day you come across a fool who would dare to covet what belongs to his king.”