All Chapters of Carrying the Beast Child: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Lisandro…” I whimpered his name, desperation bleeding through my voice.I never imagined that a tongue could make me feel like this—like I was unraveling, spiraling into a heaven I didn’t know existed. I couldn’t name this unfamiliar heat crawling under my skin, but it consumed me.Who would've thought that just his tongue could reduce me to a trembling mess, whimpering helplessly under him?My back arched as my eyes fluttered shut, the cityscape stretching far below us, forgotten. My legs grew weaker with each slow, deliberate flick of his tongue. He devoured me like he owned me, licking and kissing every inch of my soaked, sensitive flesh with the same hunger he might kiss my lips—with reverence and ruin in every movement.His eyes remained shut, brows furrowed in deep focus, like he was lost in the taste of me. My body trembled as pleasure shattered through me. I came undone beneath him.Then he rose.Without a word, he seized my lips in a kiss so harsh it stole the breath from my

CreepLooking back at my past actions, I realize how much of a brat I was… how immature I was to blame Mama and unload all my pain on her. Yes, I was hurting. But I was selfish to think I was the only one suffering.Hindi ko nakikita noon na mas nasasaktan siya—si Mama.It was painful for all of us, but deep down, I know it must have been a hundred times harder for her.To lose your life partner—losing your husband, your children’s father—that’s a pain that’s not easily overcome.Pero si Mama? She did it. She survived. She held us all together.I never hated Mama. Never. But what I did was transfer all my frustration onto her—frustration because I never met Papa. I never had a real father figure. And because of that, I keep searching for that kind of love and protection from older men now. Sometimes, sobra akong obsessive.Even though nandyan si Kuya Aziel, doing everything to be a father figure for me, it’s still not enough. It’s just not enough. Kasi yung hinahanap ko—yung pagmamaha

DesperateDahan-dahan kong minulat ang mga mata ko. Tumambad sa akin ang kulay abong kisame.Sa pagkakatanda ko, nabaril ako. Bumaba ang tingin ko sa suot kong damit. Hindi ako nakasuot ng hospital gown, at hindi rin ako nasa ospital.Nang inikot ko ang tingin sa paligid, doon ko na nakumpirma kung nasaan ako. Nasa kwarto ako ni Lisandro. Suot ko ang kanyang damit, na sobra ang laki sa akin dahil siya ay matangkad—pitong talampakan ang taas. Umabot hanggang sa ibabaw ng tuhod ko ang haba ng damit niya.Bumukas ang pinto. Pumasok si Lisandro, kasunod ang isang doktor.“Lisandro, hindi malalim ang tama ng bala sa kaniya kaya walang malubhang internal injury. Kailangan lang natin bantayan ang posibleng impeksyon o pagdurugo. Posible ring tumaas ang lagnat mamayang gabi bilang reaksyon ng katawan, pero normal lang ‘yan,” sabi ng doktor bago bumaling sa akin.“Iiwanan kita ng gamot para sa sakit at antibiotic para maiwasan ang impeksyon. Magbibigay din ako ng prenatal vitamins para sa baby

MistookWeeks passed. Palagi ko siyang hindi naabutan. Kapag dumadating siya, tulog na ako. Kapag nagigising naman ako, wala na siya—nakapasok na sa trabaho.Katatapos ko lang mag-shower. Tanging ang itim na roba ang suot ko nang biglang bumukas ang pinto ng kwarto ko. Nakalimutan ko pa lang isarado iyon. Mabigat ang bawat hakbang ni Lisandro palapit sa akin. Mapungay ang mga mata niya, nakatingin sa akin ngayon.Is he drunk?Lisandro crashed his lips onto mine with brutal force, silencing every breath I had. He pinned me hard against the wall, his kiss savage and demanding. I tasted the bitter burn of smoke and alcohol on his lips, then felt the harsh slide of his tongue invading my mouth without warning, dominating every inch inside. His lips moved slower now, but no less intense—each kiss deliberate, as if marking me.A low cry escaped me when he sucked my bottom lip fiercely. My hands scrambled up, clutching the back of his head, one hand tangling in his hair, the other gripping h

BrutalIsang malamig na tubig ang gumising sa akin.Nakahiga ako sa isang matigas at malamig na kama. Mahigpit na nakatali ang aking mga kamay at paa, at may panyong nakabusal sa aking bibig.Napatingin ako sa paligid — tila isang lumang ospital o abandonadong asylum ang lugar na ito. Malabo ang mga bintana, sirang-sira ang pinto, at ang hangin ay may amoy ng kalawang at alikabok.Biglang muling bumuhos ang malamig na tubig sa akin, at napanginig ako. Halos sumigaw ako sa sakit at pagkabigla, pero nanatiling tahimik dahil sa panyong nakabusal sa aking bibig.Panic crashed into me all at once — sharp, suffocating, overwhelming. I wanted to scream, but the gag muffled every sound. My heart pounded wildly as flashes of my last memories slammed into my mind — the violent crash of my car into a black van, the brutal impact of my head against the steering wheel, the sound of shattering glass.At doon ko naramdaman — ang malamig at matigas na kamay ng isang estranghero na dumampi sa aking bin