Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Hunger, My Curse : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The night air was crisp as Lena Carter navigated the quiet streets of New York City, the familiar sounds of traffic and distant chatter muted by the late hour. She could feel the cool, dampness of the evening moisture seeping into her worn-out sneakers as she hurried onward, her fingers gripping the fraying straps of her bag tightly. After a long shift at the café that had stretched well beyond the planned hours, she was bone-tired. It had been one of those days—too many orders, too few tips, and a persistent feeling that each hour was dragging along like an anchor. With rent due in little more than a week, the extra hours felt more like a desperate attempt at survival than relief.As she walked, she brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Sighing deeply, she glanced at the flickering streetlights that illuminated her path. Life had thrown relentless challenges her way, and though she had become skilled at weathering them, exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders. Just then,

Lena’s pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out the city’s distant hum. The world around her faded—nothing but the cold night air, the gleam of silver eyes, and the weight of a choice she didn’t fully understand.Be mine, Lena.Adrian’s words hung between them, thick with meaning. He stood perfectly still, waiting, watching, his presence an invisible force that pulled at something deep in her chest.She forced herself to breathe. “What exactly do you mean by ‘be mine’?”His smirk was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. “I don’t need a servant,” he said smoothly. “Nor a pet, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He stepped closer, voice dipping to a near whisper. “I need a companion. A woman who will stand by my side.”Lena scoffed, trying to ignore the strange heat curling through her at his nearness. “So… you want a girlfriend? That’s your big offer?”Adrian chuckled, the sound low and knowing. “Not quite.” His gaze fli

Lena stepped out of the car, the cool night air brushing against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Gravel crunched beneath her boots as she hesitated, staring up at the Blackwood Estate.The mansion loomed before her like a beast in the darkness—ancient, watching, waiting. It wasn’t just a house. It was something else entirely. Something alive.Its towering spires stretched high into the night, their blackened stone swallowing the moonlight rather than reflecting it. The ivy that clung to its walls was thick and gnarled, its creeping tendrils weaving through cracks in the stone like veins feeding a dark heart.Dimly lit windows flickered against the night, their glow feeble and muted. They reminded Lena of half-lidded eyes, observing her with quiet amusement.Behind her, the wrought-iron gates that had swung open upon their arrival stood closed once more, their twisted, claw-like designs casting jagged shadows against the cobblestone driv

The fire crackled, spitting embers into the dimly lit room. The scent of burning wood mixed with something darker—an unfamiliar tension that pressed against Lena’s skin, thick as smoke.The man in the doorway smiled, a slow, knowing curve of his lips, as if he had already unraveled every secret buried inside her.Adrian moved before she could blink. One moment he was beside her, the next he was between them, his frame taut with restrained violence.“You’re not welcome here,” Adrian growled.The stranger merely tilted his head, unconcerned. He was tall, draped in a long black coat that seemed to shift with the shadows. His features were sharp, elegant in a way that made Lena uneasy. But it was his eyes that sent ice through her veins—pure black, void of light, of soul.Yet when he looked at her, something inside her stirred.A whisper. A memory. A feeling she didn’t understand.The stranger smirked. “Not welcome?” He took

Darkness swallowed everything. Lena’s body felt weightless, as if she had been pulled from reality and thrown into a void where nothing existed—no light, no time, no sense of self. Only the echo of a name, whispered in the depths of her mind. Lucien. She didn’t know how she knew it. She only knew that the moment it left her lips, something ancient and unrelenting had awakened inside her. Then— Light. A violent, blinding flash. And the sensation of falling. Lena hit the ground with a gasp, her lungs seizing as she struggled to breathe. The world snapped back into focus, but it wasn’t the world she had left behind. The Blackwood Estate was gone. She was standing in the middle of a grand hall—one she didn’t recognize, yet somehow, deep in her bones, she did. The walls were made of obsidian, the floor polished black marble t