บททั้งหมดของ THE DEVIL'S POSSESSION: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

SELENE’S ROOMI collapsed onto the bed, the mattress groaning beneath me as if it, too, were exhausted from the storm that had just passed. My body trembled—not from fear, but from fury. My hands fisted the sheets, knuckles paling under the pressure."Damien," I breathed, my voice laced with venom. "You’re really a curse wrapped in a pretty face."I stared up at the ceiling, trying to blink back the sting in my eyes. The lights above me flickered slightly, as though they sensed my mood. One minute—just one peaceful minute—I had finally let myself hope. I had packed, I had planned, I had believed. I was going to leave.But of course, he came.He came like a storm tearing through the last standing shelter in my wrecked life."You ruined everything!" I shouted, the words scraping my throat as I grabbed the pillow beside me and flung it against the wall. The impact was a dull thud, unsatisfying. I needed more. I needed to scream unti

The scent of garlic and spices filled the air, wrapping the small kitchen in a steamy haze. I stirred the noodles in the pot with a little more force than necessary, trying to focus on the rhythm of the wooden spoon scraping against the pan instead of the man leaning against the counter behind me like he owned the world—and me. "You seem so sure that I won't really leave," I said without looking at him, my voice sharp enough to cut through the heat. He chuckled lowly, a sound that was far too calm for the storm brewing inside me. "Do you really think if I find a chance to leave, I’d stay just because of you?" I snapped, spinning around to face him, eyes narrowed. He tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips, yet his eyes held something deeper—something unreadable. “I’m not that fanciful, Selene,” he said softly, almost as if he pitied me. “That’s not the reason.” My chest tightened. “Then what is the reason?” I asked, every word laced with irritation. I needed answers. I need

The room reeked of blood and despair. The man's cries echoed against the cold, marble walls, but they didn’t move Lena. Not even a twitch of sympathy crept into her eyes. If anything, his pleading only seemed to feed her wrath. “P-please... Boss, I swear it won’t happen again,” the man stammered, voice cracking under the weight of agony. Tears streamed down his face as he knelt, already missing three fingers. Lena stood above him like a queen before an execution—cold, proud, merciless. But she wasn’t moved by his trembling or his tears. Her gloved hand gripped the clipper as she tilted her head slightly, regarding him like he was something sticky stuck to her shoe. “You know what he hates the most?” she said, her voice a sweet, deadly purr. “The pleading. Especially after betrayal.” And with that, she clipped off his last finger. The sound—snap—was sickeningly crisp. A splatter of dark crimson painted her white blouse, but she didn’t flinch. The man let out a blood-curdling scr

I stared at Lena, my thoughts tangled in a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. Should I be grateful for what I just heard? Should I even feel relief? Her words echoed in my mind like a haunting melody. "Ronan's doing you a favor." A favor? By dragging me into a world soaked in blood and shadows? By making me witness death like it was just another part of the decor? She looked so calm, so at ease. Like death didn't scare her. Like violence was an old friend. And here I was, suffocating beneath the weight of everything I'd seen. "You probably won't understand, Selene," Lena said, her voice cutting through the silence like the sharp edge of a blade. "Because to you, Ronan is a villain. He took you against your will, I get it. But there's more to it than you know. One day, you might see he's doing a big favor for you... one you won’t understand right now." Her words sat heavy on my chest. I wanted to scream, to deny it, to throw her logic right back at her. But before I could even

The night air was cold, yet my skin burned with fear. My feet were frozen to the ground, unmoving—no, unmovable—as though the earth itself had chained me in place. My mind screamed at me to run, to scream, to do something, but my body ignored it all. Right in front of me stood a wolf. But not just any wolf. Its coat was as black as the void—darker than night, swallowing light whole. The creature’s amber eyes locked onto mine, unblinking, gleaming with something primal… and deadly. It stepped forward. My breath hitched in my throat as I stumbled backward, my instincts clawing at me to escape, but my limbs felt like lead. The crunch of leaves beneath the wolf’s paws echoed like thunder in my ears. Then—another growl. Low. Menacing. From the left, a brown wolf padded into view. From the right, a grey one followed. They flanked the black one like shadows surrounding death itself. Three wolves. Three sets of eyes. One terrified girl. Tears streamed silently down my cheeks. I did