All Chapters of Monster Can Love Too: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

For one heartbeat, nobody breathed.That voice calm, smug, familiar in a way that made Alessio’s stomach turn rolled down the stairwell like smoke, curling around every corner of the house. The sound didn’t belong here. It carried too much confidence, too much memory. The world seemed to shrink until it was just the thud of his pulse and the trembling weight of Noa against his side.Alessio raised the gun slowly, steadying his hands with effort. “Step out. Slowly.”The figure obeyed, almost leisurely, descending two steps at a time like he owned the place. His movements were deliberate not the jittery caution of an intruder, but the smooth rhythm of someone who’d already studied every creak of the floorboards. He was tall, dressed entirely in black. His hood shadowed half his face, but when the light from the hallway hit, Alessio saw pale skin, a faint scar running along his jawline, and eyes that glinted with too much confidence, the kind of confidence that came from survival.“Goo

The wind had teeth.It cut through the silence like a whisper too close to the ear, sharp and cold enough to raise goosebumps. The trees swayed in slow, reluctant movements, their branches hissing softly against one another like a warning. The sky above was a bruised kind of black, thick cloud rolling in from the east, swallowing the moonlight little by little.Alessio stood barefoot on the porch, Noa’s broken necklace hanging between his fingers. The small silver chain glinted weakly under the moonlight, a faint trace of blood still wet on one edge. The drop gleamed dark and sticky, sliding down to stain his skin before the wind carried the metallic scent to his nose. He hated how familiar that smell had become.He could hear his own breathing. Slow. Unsteady. Too human against the kind of night that didn’t feel human at all.The forest in front of him looked endless. The kind of dark that eats light and spits it back as fear. He stared into it until the shadows began to move, or may

The air outside the mansion was sharp, too quiet, too clean.Even the wind sounded like it was holding its breath, like the whole night had frozen mid-exhale, waiting for something terrible to happen.Alessio moved down the steps, gun drawn, every muscle wired tight. Behind him, the porch light buzzed, flickering like it couldn’t decide which side it was on light or dark. The shadows stretched long and trembling across the wet gravel, reaching for the trees like black fingers.The shadow had vanished into the forest, leaving only the sway of branches and the faint smell of rain. The air carried a metallic tang, the kind that came before a storm or blood.He scanned the perimeter, eyes adjusting to the dark. Nothing.Not a footstep, not a breath, not even the echo of movement. Just stillness and that unnerving, deliberate quiet that screamed you’re not alone.But he knew better.He could feel the eyes, the presence, the weight of being watched. Someone had been here. Someone close eno

The gunshot still echoed when the lights died.Darkness hit them like a wave heavy, absolute, alive. It wasn’t just the kind that blinded; it swallowed. The air itself felt swollen with silence, pressing in from every side, thick enough that Alessio could hear the blood pounding in his own ears. For a heartbeat, he thought maybe he’d gone deaf. Maybe the shot had been the last sound in the world.“Noa,” he called quietly. His voice barely existed, just a scrape of sound.A pause. Then softly, “Here.”That single word was enough. He followed the sound like a compass, hands out. His fingers brushed warm skin Noa’s wrist, trembling but alive. He gripped it, grounding them both.“You okay?” he murmured.“Yeah,” Noa whispered back, breath shaking. “You?”“I’ve been worse,” Alessio muttered, voice low. The lie was effortless. His chest burned, adrenaline still clawing through his veins.They couldn’t see each other. Their eyes were useless, so instinct took over. Their bodies found the spac

For a heartbeat, Alessio didn’t move.That photo in his hand felt heavier than paper had any right to be. The edges curled faintly from the warmth of his palm, and it still smelled like chemical ink fresh, sharp, wrong.“Alessio…” Noa’s voice cracked, quiet and shaky, like he was afraid of the answer before asking. “What does it mean?”He didn’t answer. Not right away. His eyes lifted slowly toward the mirror hanging across the room.Nothing. Just their reflections. His bare chest, Noa behind him, the messy sheets, the broken vent cover. All of it staring back at them like the scene was being performed for an invisible audience.But his gut didn’t buy the stillness.There was something off in the silence. It wasn’t just quiet, it was listening.He took a step closer. Then another. The reflection moved with him perfectly, every motion mirrored exactly, untilHe stopped.The air felt wrong again, charged with that same static he always felt before danger. His heartbeat pulsed in his ea