All Chapters of The Succubus's Unwanted Keeper: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

Stuart Newlin hadn't come home for over a month.I clenched my phone, hesitating, fingers trembling as I debated calling him. I wanted to beg him to come back. I wanted to beg him to look at me.A familiar, searing ache tore through me. The heat had come again.I am a pureblood succubus. Every seven days, I need love to sustain me, to get through these merciless ruts. Stuart is my boyfriend, but he is not a good master.He locked me in a room when I was in heat, leaving me to pound the door with cries while my nails clawed my skin raw. Still, he refused to open it."If you're so desperate, why don't you just look in the streets? Plenty of men there."His voice from the other side of the door was icily contemptuous. I froze.When we first met, he'd been awkward and shy, presenting a huge bouquet of red roses as he confessed. He called me his most precious treasure. I believed him.Now he despised me. For more than a month, he hadn't set foot in our home. These past heat cycles

Chapter 2

The heat of a succubus was tormenting. With every second that passed, I felt like I was being scorched alive.I dug my nails into my palm, fighting to stay conscious. My fingers trembled as I pulled up a familiar number and pressed call.The line clicked after several long rings."Louisa, stop crying to me for advice. Stuart is your boyfriend. And I… what am I to you?"Hearing that cold, low voice on the other end, a sudden ache welled in my chest. I choked back sobs, but my voice still trembled."But he's the only one I've ever been with… besides him, who else could I choose?"Joe Dixon's voice sharpened, grinding with irritation, sleep instantly gone. "Louisa, it's three in the morning in Morland. Do you take me for a dead man, answering your call at this hour?"I wiped my tears, aggrieved. "Joe… I think I might be dying. Stuart hasn't come home for several cycles. The pain is unbearable. I can't hold on."A loud crash erupted on the other end, something shattering into piece

Chapter 3

The ache in a succubus' heat is torture—every moment feels like being seared alive.A fresh tremor wracked me as I recalled Stuart's lost love.Joe wrapped me in his arms, holding the shivering heap I'd become."Don't cry."He lifted my face; his calloused fingertip brushed away the tracks of my tears, a touch that sent a delicious, helpless tickle through me."Louisa, have you considered finding a new master?" he asked.I stared at him, stunned. He arched an eyebrow and smiled softly, coaxing. "If a master doesn't suit you, shouldn't you replace them? How about me?"Panic fluttered at the edges of my composure. 'Don't joke,' I thought. 'A succubus lives on love. Joe doesn't love me. How could he ever be my master?'I tried to pull free, but he caught my wrist, drew me back, and embraced me. He murmured in my ear, "How about now?"Warmth—so much warmth—flooded into me. It felt like a dam finally breaking, a long-starved affection crashing in, burning and sweet. My head swa

Chapter 4

Stuart strode forward and pulled me into his arms forcefully, but I shoved him away with all my strength."Stuart, are you alright?"Naomi immediately rushed over, fussing over him with trembling hands, patting and probing as she fretted with tender concern.But Stuart had no patience for her fragile display. He shoved her aside, his expression dark, eyes locked on me with a vicious intensity. His lips curled into a scornful smile."Heh. Pretending to be some virtuous saint now?" His voice dripped with contempt. "You weren't so reserved when you were begging me to love you before."My gaze faltered, memories flooding back against my will. My nails dug deep into my palms, but my knees still trembled.His thin lips hooked into a cruel smirk. "You were the one kneeling on the floor, begging me to take you.""Enough!" I clapped my hands over my ears, face drained of all color.Back then, Stuart had been gone for over a month. He had left me alone at home, writhing through the torme

Chapter 5

Stuart settled into his seat at the table before I could stop him. Naturally, he lifted the bowl of porridge I had just served and took a sip… then scowled in disgust.He assumed that my cooking had somehow regressed; the porridge wasn't to his liking.I said nothing. In my mind, I replayed Joe in the kitchen that morning, leaving the note about keeping the porridge warm. Could that same stubborn, sharp-faced man really smile like that? I lowered my head and thought of him.Stuart seemed to misunderstand my action. He chuckled with false approval. "Good. At least you know you were wrong. Only I don't mind you. Make the food properly next time."Naomi clutched at her dress, meekly sniffling with fear that she might be a bad cook and earn his scorn. Stuart soothed her tenderly, implying that cooking was the work of lowly, servile women. A noble, beautiful little fairy like her only needed to sit back and be waited on."Right, Louisa? Hurry up and bring the porridge to Naomi." Stua

Chapter 6

Stuart kept shouting Naomi's demand. "Kneel down and apologize to Naomi!"Hearing the mockery in my voice, he paused for a beat, then exploded in fury."Louisa, I've been far too lenient with you. Believe me or not, I can do without you!"I was silent for a moment.He stared at me smugly and snorted."You succubi can only have one master for life. You'd better beg me to love you. Kneel and admit your fault now, and maybe I'll forgive you!"I shook my head and sighed, hating how blind I had been to fall for such a fool. A worthless, unfit master—he should have been discarded long ago. I had been foolishly clinging to old kindnesses, binding myself in place."Stuart, make no mistake. It is I who doesn't want you."He flung his head up in disbelief and bellowed, "What are you saying?"I didn't bother to repeat myself. I severed our contract right then. It was as if someone plucked a petal from my chest—an odd lightness spread through me.Stuart's face drained of color; he clutch

Chapter 7

Joe and I grew up together.I, a pureblood succubus; he, of the Black Serpent bloodline—both misfits in a world that called us monstrous.When we were young, he loved to rile me, delighting in the sight of my face turning beet-red. But once, we had the fiercest argument of our lives. He spat that succubi were low, abhorrent creatures ruled by lust. I shot back that snakes were disgusting—creatures driven away by the sun's warmth. Neither of us would bow.During that cold war, the younger Stuart appeared in my life. He brought fireworks—brilliant, overwhelming—and walked into my world. After I chose to be with Stuart, Joe came to my house furious, demanding to know why I'd chosen him as my master. I looked at Joe, baffled. "Weren't you the one who said succubi were low? That you hated a life ruled by love and desire?" I asked. "Stuart is great. He doesn't care about what I am."Joe stood silent for a long time, then left with a pale face. The next day, he went abroad and left

Chapter 8

Perhaps that was why, from the very start, I had sought someone else.To me, Joe was special. As people said, succubi live by love. I was trapped by love; I couldn't drag him down with me.Joe sighed softly, pinched my chin, and kissed me deeply. Warm breath fanned my ear. "Fool," he murmured, "I never cared."The bed was soft; his body burned. My whitened, trembling skin was traced by his fingertips. Desire flared, but with it came a sudden shame—I turned my face away from his kiss. "Joe, you should go." His hot sweat dropped onto my brow; his breath warmed my ear. "Don't be afraid." His nose nuzzled my face, and his kisses crashed over me."Stop, the heat is passing." I pushed at him, wanting him to halt. He let out a low chuckle, pressing a warm fingertip to my lips. His voice was a husky, intimate tease. "Have you forgotten my lineage already?"I opened my sweat-dampened eyes, my head spinning. Joe was Black Serpent blood—that serpentine lust ran deep… just those

Chapter 9

"Louisa, I'm sorry for messing things up before. Don't worry, I made Naomi terminate the pregnancy. From now on, it'll just be the two of us."Stuart stood at the doorway, clutching a huge bouquet of red roses, eyes full of supplicant affection. I was silent for a moment, then let out a light laugh and blocked the door so he couldn't come in.He gripped the roses, flustered. "Louisa, I'll help you through your heat from now on. I'll take care of you properly."I shut the door and, cold as ice, said, "Sorry. No thanks."He shoved his hand into the crack to stop the door and didn't even cry out when it was squeezed. His face went pale. "You're a succubus. Without my help, you can't survive!" he blurted.How amusing. I paused, folded my arms, and gave him a mocking raised eyebrow—said nothing, only stared. Stuart's gaze flicked over my face. Then his eyes widened. He threw down the bouquet, grabbed my shoulders, and howled in fury, "You've gone to another man!"I swept his h

Chapter 10

Later, Stuart came looking for me several times. He knelt outside my door, just as I once had for him—sobbing, begging to see me, pleading with the same desperation I once wasted on him.I couldn't be bothered. Joe ignored him too, letting him kneel until exhaustion knocked him out cold. Then we simply dragged him away and dumped him wherever was farthest and coldest.After a few rounds of this, both Joe and I grew impatient. So we made a decision: to leave it all behind. We traveled the world, hand in hand, wandering freely, reveling in a life that belonged only to the two of us.By the time I next heard of Stuart, he had gone mad.He had torn apart his home searching for my old photographs, clutching them to his chest as if they were his lifeline. He drowned himself in liquor, staggering through the streets, muttering endlessly about how much he loved me. Strangers who passed by heard his ramblings as his drunken confessions spilled out into the night.He lived like that for s

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