Lahat ng Kabanata ng Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

The doors were glass, spotless, and inviting, reflecting the towering trees and bright sky above. Beyond them, I could glimpse a spacious, warmly lit lobby bustling with tourists and staff. Red lanterns dangled from the ceiling inside, swaying gently with the movement of air. The rich aroma of Sichuan spices traveled faintly in the breeze, teasing my senses and briefly distracting me from my racing thoughts.The courtyard was equally captivating. Paved with polished stone, it featured a serene water fountain at its center, the soft gurgle of flowing water adding to the tranquility. Small garden beds of vibrant chrysanthemums and bonsai trees lined the walkway, and I spotted a few travelers lounging in wicker chairs beneath parasols, their laughter carrying faintly over the sound of the fountain.For a moment, I felt the urge to stay lost in the beauty of this place, to forget everything—the glow of our skin, the tension in Dominic’s eyes, the storm brewing inside me. But the moment pa

I leaned forward, my pulse quickening. “What else did you see? Did you hear anything else?” She nodded, hesitantly, her fingers twisting the hem of her sleeve. “Yes… There’s more.” Her voice dropped further, her words coming out in a rush as though she couldn’t bear to hold them in any longer. “That blond man—the one who set the barrier—there was something wrong with him. His body… it was twitching, shaking like he couldn’t control it. His hand would twist in these unnatural ways, and Luke noticed, too. He asked the man about it.”Her voice became the quivering tone of the blond man’s. *‘The host of this body often tries to fight me, to take back control. But it’ll pass soon.’* She took a breath, her expression haunted. “Luke didn’t seem bothered by this. He just asked him, *‘Why don’t you conclude him? End it.’*”Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, wide with fear. “That’s when the blond man lost it. He lashed out, yelling, *‘Are you out of your mind? A nethered soul can’t survive with

We bid farewell to Chen and Aunt Jing, but just as we were about to leave, something unexpected happened. Chen led us into the kitchen, his face determined, and blurted out, “I want to help!” His hands were clasped tightly behind his back, as if he were holding back an explosion of emotions. Dominic raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth, no doubt to question him. “But you’re—” Before Dominic could finish, Chen cut him off sharply. “What? Mortal? Isn’t that what Julia is?” He smirked, his eyes flashing with a mixture of defiance and mischief. I stepped forward, placing both hands firmly on his shoulders, my voice low but intense. “It’s different for me, Chen! If I could pay to have a normal life, I’d rob a bank to make it happen!” My gaze strayed, dropping to the floor. “The point is… I didn’t choose any of this. I was thrown into this world without a say. But you? You have a choice.” Chen held my gaze, his expression softening but not wavering. “I get it,” he said quietly. “I

“So, what’s our next move?” Dominic asked, breaking the tension with his energetic tone. Jade straightened, her determination returning. “We need to get back to Shadowbrook,” she said firmly. “We have to prepare for the battle ahead.” “Shadowbrook?” My voice wavered as I interrupted. “What about Scott?” Panic rose in my chest, my words spilling out faster than I could contain them. “We can’t just leave him there! He’s one of us, and he needs our help!” “And we won’t,” Jade declared, her voice steady but urgent, “but you have to understand something, Julia. What Darklord is about to unleash—this isn’t a fight anyone can opt out of. Whether they want to or not, it’s everyone’s battle now. There’s no escaping it. This isn’t just about Scott anymore; it’s about your mother, your friends, and humanity as a whole. You’re fighting for all of them.”Her words hit me like a tidal wave, their weight impossible to ignore. Before I could respond, she leaned closer, her grip on my hands tigh

When I awoke, the world came rushing back in pieces. A sharp splash of cold water hit my face, jolting me awake. Disoriented, I blinked, the edges of my vision swimming as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. A voice called to me, muffled at first, then sharper as reality clawed its way back. “Mom? Mom?” I gasped, my voice breaking as I looked around. My house, once so familiar and safe, was now a chaotic mess of strangers. Faces blurred around me—neighbors, paramedics, curious onlookers—all swarming like bees around a broken hive. Then came the sirens. The police arrived shortly after, their presence making everything feel even more bizarre. They asked questions—so many questions—but I couldn’t process them. Their words floated past me like distant echoes. I couldn’t even recall if I answered or simply sat there, numb and unresponsive. A woman, someone who seemed kinder than the rest, knelt before me. Her hands gripped my shoulders firmly, shaking me gently in an att