All Chapters of Spellbound by Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I was still in the ICU waiting room, Aggy sleeping in my lap, when Detective Morrow appeared. His face was tired, his eyes marked by deep dark circles, but there was something different in his expression — a certain quietness, as if the weight he carried on his shoulders had lessened a little.“Mr. Caine.” He sat down beside me, his voice low so as not to wake Aggy. “I have updates about Sarah.”The name made me raise my head immediately.“Did you find her?”“We did.” He paused, rubbing his hands. “She was hit by a car. Last night, right after she fled the warehouse. She came out of the forest, tried to cross a road and a car hit her head-on.”The words hung in the air. Sarah. Hit by a car. Hospital.“Is she alive?” My voice came out neutral, without emotion.“Yes. She underwent surgery during the early hours. Multiple fractures, some broken ribs, a concussion. But she’s stable, despite everything. The doctors said she will recover.”I remained silent for a moment, processing. Sarah w

The hospital was a prison.Not because of bars — there were no bars in the room where I was, only the locked door and the police officer outside. But because of the rules, the routines, the impossibility of doing anything other than staring at the ceiling and waiting. My body was still broken — the ribs knitting together, the fractures healing, the concussion bringing headaches that came in waves. The doctors said I was lucky to have survived the car accident. I wasn’t so sure.Every night, he came.At first, I thought it was a hallucination. The medication was strong, the pain was intense, and the human mind has strange ways of dealing with trauma. But the nights passed, the medication decreased, and the cat kept coming.Always at the same window. Always at the same time. He sat on the windowsill outside, front paws together, tail curled around his body, and watched me through the glass. His eyes were yellow, the same eyes I had seen in the forest, on the night of the fall.On the fi

The October sky was clear, the orange leaves covered the garden, and the smell of pumpkin pie spread through the house. I was in the kitchen, wearing a black dress with strategic cutouts that Dorian said made him “completely crazy.” Aggy ran into the room, her little witch cape flying behind her, the toy broom in her hand.“Mommy, look! I’m a witch!”“You look beautiful, my love.” I smiled, adjusting the little bat makeup I had done on her face. “The most beautiful little witch in the world.”“And Daddy is a vampire!” She pointed at Dorian, who entered the kitchen wearing a black cape and fake fangs.He approached me, his eyes shining.“And you…” He looked me up and down, a mischievous smile on his lips. “You’re dressed as a voodoo doll?”I looked at my own body. The black dress with sewn-on buttons, the crossed lines imitating stitches, the decorative pins in my hair. It was ironic, I knew. After everything that had happened, choosing exactly this costume was almost a mockery of fate

Synopsis — United by Obsession: Incubus and LilimIn the pulsating underworld of the metropolis of New York, between neon lights and veiled desires, there exists “Lilith’s Kiss” — a nightclub where the boundaries between pleasure and perdition dissolve in the smoke of the stage. It is there that Evelyn works, a twenty-three-year-old girl with eyes that carry storms and a past she prefers to keep buried in the depths of oblivion.Eve is not just a dancer. She is a survivor. Orphaned since the age of fifteen, she learned early that her body could be a bargaining chip in a world that devours the vulnerable. But what no one knows — not even she — is that in her veins runs an ancestral heritage: the blood of the ancient Lilim, women created to hunt and imprison demons of lust.Mortyss is not a man. He never was.A millennial Incubus who feeds on female ecstasy, he has hunted at “Lilith’s Kiss” for decades, choosing his victims with the precision of a predator bored by eternity. When his eye

My hands found her waist and pulled her against me with a force that should have been frightening. She let out a small moan of surprise, but she didn’t resist. She didn’t push me away. On the contrary—her fingers rose to my shoulders, gripping the fabric of my overcoat as if I were the only solid thing in the world.“What are you?” she whispered, her face so close to mine that I could feel the heat of her breath on my lips.“Something that shouldn’t want you.” I replied, and captured her mouth.The kiss was brutal. Different from the dressing room, where there had been restraint and curiosity. Now there was only hunger. My tongue invaded her mouth and she welcomed it with a moan that vibrated straight into my chest. Her hands grabbed my hair, pulling, and the sharp pain only made the hunger burn hotter.“I should leave.” I murmured against her lips, but my hands were already sliding down, squeezing her ass, lifting her off the floor. “You should throw me out.”“But I won’t.” She answer