The Pact of Protection

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• Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him   Burning The only Bridge

  “Really?” he said, his voice dripping with disbelief as he spun around to face me. His eyes narrowed, and his expression twisted into something unrecognizable, something that tore at my chest. “You really think I’m mad at you because you—what?” He threw his hands in the air, his laugh bitter and hollow. “Because you *used* me?” “Of course!” I snapped, my hands flying to my hips as I tried to stand my ground, though my knees felt weak. “What other reason could there be?” His gaze darkened, and he took a step closer, pointing a finger at me like he was driving a dagger straight to my soul. “Because you’re lying to me!” he shouted, his voice breaking the stillness of the night. He raked his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth, his movements restless and erratic. “I don’t know what changed,” he continued, his voice rising and falling with emotion. “Ever since the bond broke, I can’t read your thoughts anymore. But I can still *see* it, Julia! I’m not dumb!” His words s

• Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him   Guilt and Amends

  Her voice cracked as she continued, her vulnerability laid bare. “But then, that night...” She paused, her breath hitching, unable to say more. “That night made me realize something. It’s a burden to be you—a burden that no one would willingly carry.”Her hand trembled as she placed the mug down on the table, unable to hold it any longer. “You deserve love, Julia,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Because you’re the kind of person who’s so rare in this world. You’ve been nothing but kind, even when I didn’t deserve it.”Tears began to roll down her cheeks, unchecked and unapologetic. “I broke your trust,” she continued. “I broke your heart. And yet... when I needed you, you were there. Every time I was slipping away, every time I thought I was beyond saving, you pulled me back. And how did I repay you?” She swallowed hard, her voice thick with emotion. “I stabbed you in the back.”She pressed her lips together, as if trying to hold back more words, but the tears continued

• Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him   The moment of peace we deserved

  Afterward, Jade decided we all needed a brief moment of warmth and comfort. She prepared hot chocolate for us, the rich aroma of cocoa and spices filling the air.“There’s a chill tonight,” she remarked as she set the tray down on the coffee table. The steam from the mugs swirled lazily upward, offering a small relief from the tension that had lingered in the house.One by one, we each picked up our mugs, the warmth of the ceramic seeping into our hands.“Let’s take a moment,” Jade said with a soft smile. “A small slice of peace before we dive back into the chaos that awaits us. We could use it.” She took a sip, her expression briefly relaxing.Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths.After a brief silence, Jade, seated beside me, looked at me, her voice soft and unassuming. “What is it, Julia?” Her tone carried a warmth, humble and free of judgment.“I miss Mom!” The words escaped me like a broken dam. My gaze dropped to the floor as my shoulders sagged under the weight

• Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him   Chat with Nemesis

  It wasn’t just the sound of the name. It was *how* he said it—soft, deliberate, laced with an accent so painfully familiar it twisted my heart in ways I couldn’t explain. The voice was calm, measured, and hauntingly perfect. He had studied Evan well, perhaps too well. I clenched my jaw, my nails digging into my palm as I forced a weak smile. “Don’t try to manipulate me,” I said, my voice steady despite the tears threatening to escape. There was a pause, brief but heavy, and then his tone shifted—still calm, but now laced with something darker, something that crawled under my skin. “Then why did you call me?” he asked, his words striking a nerve I didn’t want to acknowledge. “I…” My voice caught in my throat for a moment before I forced myself to continue, my throat tight with emotion. “I just wanted to hear his voice… one last time.” The admission slipped out, each word carrying the weight of unshed tears. He didn’t hesitate, his tone smooth and infuriatingly controlled. “And

• Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him   Risk I had to Take

  Dominic, ever the practical, raised a hand. “But how do we create a trap for someone like him? It’s not exactly as simple as setting a snare. He is basically the root of all supernatural.” "And suppose we find a way to trap him---what's next?" Victoria added."Maybe there's no way to trap him... but--" Petra, who had been silent until now, smirked with an almost mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe we can trap his host!" She pulled a suitcase closer, snapping it open with a flourish. Inside lay an ancient, jet-black book with a velvet cover that seemed to shimmer ominously in the dim light. The book exuded an unsettling aura, its pages appearing to drip with a darkness that defied explanation. Each page looked like it had been soaked in shadows, the ink melding with the very fabric of the paper. “This,” Petra said with a flourish, “is the *Tome of Deeds*.” Her fingers slid delicately over the edges of the book as she opened it, revealing intricate sketches and cryptic writings th

• Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him   The Order of Septem

  He sat with us in the house for a while before the doorbell rang, its ringing slicing through the heavy silence like a blade. Jade moved to answer it, and moments later, a group of women stepped inside. They entered with an air of authority, their presence filling the room instantly. The first woman caught my attention with her striking appearance—Petra. Her long, silky hair, streaked with caramel highlights, framed her face flawlessly. She was African-American, with a polished elegance that spoke of special care. Everything about her—from her perfectly arched brows to her pristine nails—suggested that she spared no expense when it came to herself. In stark contrast to Jade’s natural, effortless beauty, Petra seemed like someone who viewed herself as a canvas, and the world her audience. Behind her was another woman, Agnes. Her appearance was a study in contrasts. She was white, thin, and clearly older, with short, curled bob hair that was a mix of more gray and less brown. The si