All Chapters of Monster Can Love Too: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The darkness swallowed them whole.For a full second, there was only silence then that sound again. Breathing. Slow, ragged, too close. It wasn’t the kind of sound you could mistake for wind or pipes or creaking wood. It was human wet, uneven, a chest struggling to pull air in through teeth. It moved the air around them, brushing their skin like something alive.Noa clutched Alessio’s sleeve, fingers trembling, knuckles white. “Alessio… someone’s here.” His voice cracked at the end, barely more than a whisper, but it echoed against the concrete walls like it had shouted it into a cave.Alessio’s thumb clicked the flashlight, the only light left between them and whatever was breathing in that blackness. It flickered once a weak, dying pulse before fading completely. Darkness swallowed the room again. He cursed under his breath, quiet but sharp. “Battery’s gone.”The air down there was cold, damp, thick with dust. It scraped his throat when he breathed in. But underneath it was anothe

The woods swallowed them whole. Branches slapped against Alessio’s arms as he sprinted through the dark, the flashlight beam slicing violently through the trees. The cold night air burned in his lungs; every breath came out like smoke. Somewhere ahead, the red light blinked again steady, rhythmic, taunting like a pulse mocking him for being too slow. “Noa, stay close!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. Behind him, Noa’s breath came in ragged bursts. “You think I’m leaving you after that?” “Not the point” Alessio’s boot hit a root and he stumbled forward, barely catching himself before his face met the dirt. “Shit.” “Language,” Noa panted, half terrified, half teasing. Even now. They burst through a small clearing, the flashlight beam shaking as Alessio swung it left to right. The red light vanished, leaving behind only shadows and the sound of their breathing. Then came the voice. Smooth. Familiar. Too familiar. “Still dramatic, Alessio.” Alessio

The word REMEMBER still glistened on the wall like fresh blood. The crimson streaks caught the faint hallway light, dripping down in thin, deliberate trails, as if whoever wrote it wanted the message to bleed.Noa’s breath hitched, voice barely a whisper. “That’s wet, someone's still here.”Alessio’s jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tightening until the veins stood out. His pulse hammered so hard it felt like it might shake the gun in his hand. He raised it slowly, scanning the corridor with practiced precision, eyes narrowing as every sound in the mansion sharpened into threat. “Stay behind me.”Noa didn’t argue this time. He obeyed, his footsteps soft and uncertain, his gaze darting toward the shadows that seemed to stretch and breathe. Every old creak of the floorboards echoed like a warning. The house felt alive again not with memory, but with intent. Every wall, every mirror, every breath of wind seemed to wait for something to happen.Then, faintly, something moved. A whis

The night swallowed everything.Wind clawed through the broken trees, whispering against Alessio’s skin as he stepped out of the mansion. The air was sharp, cold enough to sting. Somewhere in the distance, the old iron gate groaned open just enough for a shadow to slip through. It creaked again slowly, metallic, like a warning from the dark itself.Noa stood behind him barefoot, the hem of his oversized shirt brushing against his thighs, his hair tousled from sleep. The boy’s breath fogged faintly in the cold air, chest rising and falling too fast. His eyes darted toward the dark shape at the end of the drive, pupils blown wide.Kael.He leaned against the gatepost like he’d been waiting for hours, one boot propped up, cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers. The thin stream of smoke curled up and disappeared into the night. His hair was longer and now messier, silver strands catching the dim light like cold fire. His smile came slow, dangerous, and deliberate. It didn’t reach h

The air reeked of smoke and blood.When Alessio came to, the world was upside down half light, half dark. His ears rang like bells trapped underwater. The sound was distant and hollow, as if the forest itself had been muffled under glass. Somewhere nearby, rain hissed against burning wood, steam rising like ghosts escaping from the soil.Then Noa’s voice. Small, broken. “Alessio…”He blinked hard, forcing the world into focus. The forest above him looked wrong, blurred, spinning, glowing orange from the dying fire. His head throbbed with pressure, something warm sliding down his temple and into his collar. Every breath hurt, ribs scraping against the weight of debris.“Noa,” he rasped, pushing himself up. “Where are you?”“Here”The voice came from a few feet away. Noa was on his knees, covered in ash and dirt, his shirt torn open across the shoulder. He was alive but shaking so badly his hands couldn’t hold steady. His hair clung to his face, streaked with soot and rain.Alessio craw