Novel & Cerita Who Is Glamrock Freddy Possessed By

" Who is Jared? How long have you been using this to please another woman?" Spring whimpers in pain and tries to push him away, but he grabs her neck and slap again, " Tell me!!! Am I not enough? How dare you spread legs for another man?" " I... I don't know what you are -!" " Don't dare to lie, you Bitch!" Freddie presses his neck, " I met that bastard. He will never dare to come near to you! Remember, I will kill anyone if you dare to please them without my permission!"

His Possession. THE END.

Alejandro lights up a cigar and takes a puff, then roams his eyes up my entire body. " Your father owed me money and he couldn't repay me. I'm a businessman. Besides, you're the sexiest woman I have ever seen, Katarina. You are my possession now. I own you.” He grabbed me and pulled me into his lap, then brushed his lips against my earlobe, causing goosebumps to run through my body and he whispered huskily, “ You belong to me, Katarina. You’re all mine.”

Three ugly plastic girls or women or whatever have been glued to my table , I would have sent them away but Jace has been pinching me under the table and mouthing for me to be calm. "Can you stop licking you lips in my face?, its disgusting". I said to the fake blonde who looks like she'll soon cry. "And you stop trying to grope. Keep you hands to yourself". I didn't need to say anything to the third brunette as she ran away after one glare, the others following her. I look to my side to see Jace glaring daggers at me. "What? I tried". I groan as the music and everything made it seem like I was wasting my time which I was.

the head guard said as he and the rest of the guards fell on their knees. Zephyr froze in place, starstruck. She couldn’t hear the rest of their conversation as she tried to process the newfound information. He was the Alpha of the Shadowcrest Pack, the ruthless Alpha who was rumored to be the devil. She gulped fearfully, realizing that she had voluntarily given herself to the devil. She was now his property.

One of them questioned. “This young woman is possessed and is threatening to kill everyone and Genevieve seems to be familiar with it.” The commander explained. “Genevieve?” “Ginger Carmine possessed her.” I blurted out and they instantly went pale with shock. The horrifying looks on their faces was enough to prove that they did in fact know who Ginger Carmine is and what she was capable of. “Ginger… Carmine!?” “Yes! It is me!” Taloria suddenly spoke up, grinning at them.

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.

The leather was buttery soft and appeared expensive, adorned with a thin chain strap that could be worn over my shoulder or across my body. Standing before the mirror one last time, I barely recognized the woman reflected back at me. The conservative, careful Selene was nowhere to be found. Instead, in her place stood a bold, vibrant woman ready to embrace the night, echoing the whispers of freedom and rebellion I had long suppressed. I felt alive, on the cusp of something entirely new.

"The organizers reached out to me personally. They wanted you to attend.” I stood up from my chair. Franco flinched in his chains, thinking I was coming for him. I did not even look at him. My mind was turning. Dante Rossi was a coward. A gambler. A thief. But what item could be worth so much that the black market dealer was already putting it up for auction? What item did a dead man give his brother that was worth a hundred thousand euros and more? I looked at my watch. Nine o'clock. Three hours until midnight.

I watched as he walked out the door flanked by the other two officers until he was out of sight. “So Ms. Andrews, how did you met Mr. Blake?” I said the first thing that came to my mind, “at a tattoo shop.” O’Grady frowned at me, “and how long have you known him?” Looking down I shook my head, “only a couple of months. I guess 6 or 7 now.” O’Grady shook his head, “and you do know who he is don’t you?” I nodded, “yes Lucas Blake, night club owner.”