Lahat ng Kabanata ng Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Luxiana SommerisI honestly had no idea how to respond to everything he had just said. Some part of me felt happy deep inside, but I wasn’t ready to show it—not yet.Even though I had forgotten who I truly was, his body, his mind, and his heart still knew that he shouldn’t be hurting me with his actions. That alone was enough to reassure me that nothing had happened. And yet, the weight of what he did the other night still lingered in my chest, unsettling and heavy.“I also wanted to say sorry… for forcing you to—” he hesitated, his voice dropping. “For making you sleep with me. I don’t know what came over me. I was just about to leave to see you, but… you were already here.”I let out a slow, deep sigh, feeling the tension pressing against my ribs. “I came here to see what’s going on with you,” I admitted, my voice softer than I intended. “You’ve changed. You’re different from the Damien I know.”I swallowed the lump in my throat before whispering, “I want him back.” My eyes burned

Luxiana SommerisDamien stopped me last night when I tried to go and speak with Lilith, but instead of forcing me back to my realm, he let me stay in his room. Surprisingly, when I woke up, I was still trapped in this faction, rather than drifting back to where I belonged.I should have known. It’s probably because I’m too far from my realm— where Damien usually visits me. I had to learn that the hard way.“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Damien asked, his voice low and wary as we walked side by side down the dimly lit halls leading to the throne room.I glanced at him briefly, adjusting the heavy fabric of the robes he had given me to wear. My hair was a tangled mess, still unkempt from sleep, but I didn’t bother fixing it. Damien never really gave me the chance to freshen up before whisking me away the moment I woke.Memories or not, Damien hadn’t changed when it came to our time in bed. If anything, he seemed even more possessive now, as if every moment spent apart from me was

Luxiana SommerisWhat he said made my heart skip a beat. It wasn’t the right moment—not now, not like this—but somehow, he managed to affect me that way.I kept my eyes locked on him, willing him to fight, to resist. And I knew he was trying. But Lilith’s hold on him was relentless, weaving through his mind like invisible chains, forcing him to look away from me.Desperation clawed at my chest. I reached for him, cupping his face between my hands, determined to make him see me, to remind him of who he was. But the moment my skin touched his, he let out a sharp hiss, recoiling as if burned.“Get away from me, human,” Damien spat through gritted teeth, his voice laced with venom. His eyes—once filled with warmth, mischief, and something that felt like love—now burned with fury and something far worse: disgust.I felt my breath hitch. My lips trembled as I whispered, “D-Damien…” My voice nearly broke. “Please, don’t listen to her. Whatever your queen is trying to make you do, don’t—”“An

Luxiana SommerisI blinked rapidly, my heart slamming against my ribs. “Date?” The word felt wrong, foreign on my tongue. My gaze darted between him and myself before I lifted a trembling hand, pointing at both of us. “Are we also… dating in this—this realm?”He gave me a long, unreadable look before sighing as if I were being plodding today. He gave me a strange look, “Uh… as far as I remember, yes?” He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and swiped at the screen. Then, with an almost lazy flick of his wrist, he turned it toward me.My breath hitched. There, on his phone, was a picture of Damien and me. Together. In the same bed.I stood there, unmoving, as a cold sensation slithered through my veins. My stomach twisted violently, nausea rising as my mind fought to process what I was seeing.No. No, this wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real. I took a shaky step back, pulse roaring in my ears, drowning out everything else. The café, the street outside, the distant hum of l

Luxiana SommerisI went home carrying the picture book that the strange boy had left on my desk. It was about angels and demons.His words lingered in my mind, clinging to me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. Something was unsettling about them, sending a quiet shiver down my spine.When I arrived home, I prepared my dinner before taking a bath. The book never left my side. I carried it to my bedroom, curiosity tugging at me, urging me to see what lay within its pages.My eyes landed on the cover. It looked ordinary—aged, perhaps a little worn, but nothing unusual. I flipped through the pages, skimming over illustrations of angels and demons, their worlds coexisting in an unnatural harmony.At first, everything seemed straightforward. The book explains their differences, their roles, and their nature. But then, my fingers stilled on a particular page—one that made my heart skip a beat.An angel and a demon had fallen in love. But their love was forbidden. They were being torn apart, t