Possession: A Succubus Guide to Crazy Love

What if a succubus was sent to love the most broken, obsessive men across parallel worlds? Isabelle Henderson is a high-level succubus who feeds on pure, intense human emotions-especially love. When she's recruited by a mysterious system to replace heroines who've abandoned their stories, she finds herself thrust into one dark romance after another. Her mission? Make the yandere (lovestruck, obsessive) male leads fall for her. Completely. Irrevocably. Forever. But these aren't ordinary men: A genius investor who hasn't slept in five years, tormented by hyperthymesia and trauma A violent mob boss with skin hunger who hates being touched-until her A wheelchair-bound heir with suicidal thoughts and a dark secret A high school god with split personalities who both want her A disfigured medical genius with severe mysophobia (fear of germs) who can't stand anyone-except her The twist? Unlike the original heroines, Isabelle isn't here to fix them. She's here to want them. Every twisted, possessive, obsessive part. Because the purer the obsession, the sweeter the feast. "They call it sickness. I call it dinner."

Chapters

Chapter 8

The system chirped its verdict before Carmen could react. Victory reversed. Defeat from the jaws of triumph. The chat-newly re-enabled-erupted in conspiracy theories and outrage, accusations of rigging and corruption and billionaire caprice.

Carmen sat frozen, her finger still hovering over the filter toggle she'd never intended to press.

She understood, suddenly and completely, what had happened. The forty-five thousand dollars wasn't generosity. It wasn't even interest. It was severance. Payment for services rendered, for three years of performed affection, for the use of her face and body and carefully constructed accessibility.

He was buying her silence. Her absence. Her permanent removal from his attention.

The realization should have relieved her. It did relieve her, some part of her singing with desperate joy. But another part-the part that remembered being loved, however destructively-felt the hollowness of transaction where connection had been.

She looked at the split screen. At the cheap pink avatar. At the woman inside it who didn't know what she was accepting.

"Congratulations, Izzy." Carmen's voice was steady, professional, the performance of a lifetime. "You won fair and square."

Isabelle's avatar tilted its head. "Did I?" The voice was amused, knowing, entirely too perceptive. "I suppose that depends on how you define winning."

The chat demanded punishment. The forfeit. The ten minutes of unfiltered reality.

Isabelle leaned back, the chair's hydraulics wheezing. "So, A.C." She drew out the name, making it intimate, making it public. "What'll it be? You bought the victory. You choose the price."

Ambrose's fingers moved before his mind could intervene. Not filters. Not faces. Nothing that would expose this creature to the crowd's vulgarity, nothing that would share what he'd found with the screaming masses.

His message appeared in the private channel his donation had opened, a whisper only she could see: "Sing a lullaby. Something that induces sleep. Absolute silence from all others during performance."

The request hung in the digital space, strange and private and wrong. Not the demand of a spectator seeking entertainment. The plea of a desperate man purchasing medicine.

Carmen read it and felt ice in her veins. Sleep. He was still chasing sleep. But to ask for it from... a voice? A streamer? In her memory, a hundred specialists with degrees from Johns Hopkins and the Mayo Clinic had failed. The thought was absurd. And yet... the way he was spending money... A horrifying possibility bloomed in her mind: what if this time, it worked? The thought was so shocking she couldn't breathe. Then, slowly, a cruel smile touched her lips. Let it work. Let someone else be his cure. His cage.

She should warn her. Should find some way to communicate the danger, the trap, the slow suffocation of being needed for only one thing.

But Carmen said nothing.

Because Izzy was smiling-that horrible, knowing smile visible even through the avatar's limited animation-and because some part of Carmen, the part that wasn't wisdom but human bitterness, wanted to see what happened when someone else took her place in the basement.

"Of course, A.C." Izzy's voice was honey and velvet and something else, something that shouldn't exist in human speech. "Sweet dreams."

The lights in her room dimmed. The screen adjusted, contrast lowering, colors softening. She cleared her throat-a sound like pages turning, like doors closing-and began to sing.

Continue to next part

I spent three years as the hidden mistress of Wall Street tyrant Damon Vaughn. Our no-strings arrangement meant I was his to command, a secret he kept locked away in the dark. Then I saw the Instagram post. It was Damon, raising a champagne glass with his perfect high-society fiancée, the caption hinting that wedding bells were just around the corner. I ended it that night, leaving his black card on his nightstand and blocking his number for good. But a man like Damon doesn't accept being told no. He retaliated by buying the entire building my tech startup was in. He cornered me on the street, slamming his fist into my car's hood, his face a mask of terrifying rage. He was a possessive monster, planning his perfect marriage while refusing to release me from my cage. The humiliation of being his disposable secret burned hotter than my anger. To finally break him, I lied about having a blind date. But the lie became a terrifying reality when my mother forced me into that exact date. Now, Damon has kidnapped me, and as he shoves me out of his car in front of the restaurant, his voice is a low, dangerous whisper meant only for me. "Remember who you belong to."

Billionaire Horror Romance

9.0

Buried Alive With My Fake Husband

9.0

I woke up in total darkness, the air smelling of stale chemicals and dying flowers. When I tried to sit up, my forehead slammed into solid wood just three inches from my face. I was trapped in a coffin, buried alive next to the cold, stiff body of my fake husband, Cedric. My stepmother, Hermina, had poisoned our champagne at the gala to seize my trust fund, and now she was hosting a lavish memorial service for us right outside the lid. I found a faint, erratic pulse in Cedric's neck, but I couldn't just scream for help. If Hermina realized the dose wasn't lethal, she'd finish the job with a lethal injection under the guise of medical assistance. To survive, I bit my tongue until I tasted blood and tore my hair into a tangled mess. When I finally kicked the lid open and spilled onto the marble floor, I didn't act like a rescued heiress; I crawled like a broken doll, shrieking about poisoned bubbles and "the bad man" while Manhattan's elite watched in absolute horror. The betrayal was suffocating. My own family watched as Hermina tried to sedate me back into silence, playing the role of a grieving saint while her eyes remained cold as ice. Even more shocking was Cedric, who rose from the casket like a predator, commanding the room with a terrifying authority that proved our entire marriage had been a lie. I couldn't understand how many secrets were buried in that house, or why my "boring" husband was suddenly acting like a man who owned the city. After kneeing Cedric in the stomach to break his iron grip, I bolted out into the torrential rain. I didn't care that I was barefoot or that the world thought I was insane. I had the key to my father's secret safe in my hand, and I was going to make sure Hermina paid for every second of darkness she forced me to endure.

Horror Modern Romance

8.5

Kissed By The Curse

8.5

She was born under a blood moon. Cursed. Despised. Forgotten.For twenty years, Quinn Blackwood lived as the pack's shadow-an omega meant to serve, suffer, and disappear. But fate had other plans. When the Alpha King, Jasper Hale, discovers she's his fated mate, her world splits wide open. The bond ignites between them, fierce and undeniable. One night of raw, desperate passion binds them forever.Then he rejects her. In front of everyone.The bond should've broken. Instead, it cursed them both.Banished and bleeding, Quinn uncovers the truth: she's the last heir of a slaughtered Alpha bloodline, her power buried under generations of lies. Every breath burns. Every scar screams. And when she realizes she's carrying Jasper's child from that single night, the curse digs its claws in deeper-because her choice will decide everything.But she's not alone. Lucien Dusk, the rogue who pulled her out of the dirt, offers something Jasper destroyed: a love that doesn't hurt. Gentle. Honest. Forbidden.Then fate twists the knife. A prophecy surfaces-her child will either unite the packs or plunge them into endless war. And it all depends on which mate she chooses.Two bonds. One curse. And a love strong enough to save the world... or burn it down.

Fantasy Horror Werewolf

8.0

My Mother's Cruel, Blind Heart

8.0

I sacrificed five years of my life for my comatose mother. When she finally woke up, she looked right through me. She embraced my estranged stepfather and a strange girl, calling her daughter. I was cast aside like trash, forced into the servant's quarters and left to eat from the garbage. My new "sister" even set her dog on me. As the dog tore at my arm, I locked eyes with my mother. She watched for a moment, then slowly pulled the curtains shut. In that moment, my hope shattered. I was nothing to her. A problem to be ignored. But as a social worker led me away to foster care, a black car screeched to a halt. My grandfather stumbled out, clutching a DNA report, his face ghost-white. His eyes, wide with shock, locked onto mine. "My God," he gasped. "Aisha... you're my son's real daughter. My granddaughter."

Horror Modern

9.3

One Night With The Rival Alpha

9.3

My mother had been dead for four years, and my father, the Alpha of our pack, was now a hollow shell controlled by his new wife, Marley. I was a ghost in my own home, watching from the shadows as they celebrated a wedding that felt more like my execution. During the reception, Marley cornered me and demanded my mother's last heirloom-a blood-red ruby-to pay off her family's secret gambling debts. When I refused, her guards pinned me down, and in the struggle, the ancient stone hit the marble floor and shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. Framed for grand larceny by my own stepmother, I fled to a dive bar and sought refuge with Caleb Sterling, a rival Alpha who radiated power and danger. We spent a night of soul-shattering passion that I was certain was our mate bond, but the next morning, he tossed an envelope of cash at me and called me a high-end escort. When the police arrived to arrest me, he simply stepped aside and watched them drag me away in handcuffs, cold and indifferent to my screams. "Do what you have to do," he had told the officers, his eyes devoid of any warmth. I was a fugitive, stripped of my title, and discovered I was carrying Caleb's child-a baby cursed by his bloodline to never survive the womb. I couldn't understand why my father had abandoned me to a monster, or why the man I was destined for had sold me out just to save his own reputation. After a brutal ambush that left my only friend in a burning wreck, I stood at the border of the forbidden North. I clutched the jagged shards of my mother's ruby and looked the Northern Warlord in the eye, ready to trigger a war that would burn my father's legacy to the ground.

Horror Romance Werewolf

8.0

Serenity's Hunger

8.0

Tim Mercer has always been alone. Awkward in conversation and uncomfortable in crowds, he spends most nights inside his small apartment with only his cat and the glow of a television for company. Until the night the power goes out. Bored and curious, Tim pulls an old Ouija board from a dusty closet and asks the darkness if anyone is there. Something answers. She calls herself Serenity, a beautiful woman trapped between worlds. At first, she is gentle. Comforting. Everything Tim has ever wished someone could be, but every night she visits, Tim grows weaker. Serenity isn't looking for love, she's feeding.

Billionaire Horror Modern Romance Vampire

Possession: A Succubus Guide to Crazy Love

Chapter 8

You may also like