Best Monster Romance Novels & Stories

Without saying another word to him, my hands flew to his chest, using every strength I could find, I determined to push him off the wine bar, yet he didn't budge, instead he tried to grab my hand, which I swiftly yanked away. "Don't you dare touch me, you cold-blooded demon!" I glared at him, shouting at the top of my voice. "Do you know what's too dangerous for me?" I asked, gesturing with my hands. "You!" "You're a monster. Why can't you leave me alone?" I demanded. "Why can't you let me be?" His lips curled upwards and a low derisive chuckle escaped his lips. He seemed amused. His eyes spoke of how much pleasure he derived from my distress, they glinted with amusement.

Cherry: dead hungry you really hunter joy: pets are not allowed in the restaurant :) Hunter: I'm so handsome seen by all ******** After kiro drive me home, I immediately went to sleep so that later I wouldn't look like a panda, after a few hours it was close to 6 so we went to the restaurant for dinner. I was nervous when I said last night that we had dinner with kiro, they were not angry when I said that. when we rated the restaurant immediately when we saw kiro sitting in a chair, he immediately stood up to greet mama and papa. "good evening sir and ma'am" hiro said politely "good evening din hijo" mama and papa said at the same time after he greeted them mama he immediately approached me

He looked dishevelled, his eyes bloodshot. "Emma! Emma, wait," he hissed, reaching for her arm. She pulled back as if his touch were poisonous. "Don't." "You don't understand," he whispered, his words tripping over each other. "Romeo is a monster. He’s using you to get to me. If you just tell me where the drive is, I can get us both out. I did all of this to keep you safe, I swear!" Emmanuella looked at him, and for a second, she saw the man she thought she loved. Then she remembered the smell of smoke and the sound of her door exploding. "Safe? You burnt my life down, Matthew. You treated me like a piece of luggage."

Dominic didn’t look away. “Yes.” It wasn’t even a hesitation. Roman closed his eyes, like that answer physically hurt him to hear. “You’re going to make her fall in love with you.” “No,” Dominic said. “I’m going to make her need me.” Matteo stared at him, stunned silent. “Dominic…” he said finally, voice low and hollow. “This is how monsters are born.” “No Matteo, they are not not born,” he said quietly. “They’re chosen.”

Even his monster thought the same. Romeo felt like rain had finally fell in the inferno that was burning him up. But he just could not get enough of it. The hunger was as extreme as hellfire. As he continued drinking up the sweetest blood he had ever tasted, the pleasure consumed him. For the first time, he was one with the monster. And they both savoured the divine blood that seemed fated just for them. A moan of greatest pleasure echoed around that dark cold place. Roselle was starting to feel strange. Then she felt a sharp searing pain.

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

Strong enough that my one stare makes anyone pee in their pants, Sunshine. And here you are trying to push my 6 ft 4-inch toned muscular body with your slim, soft, and smooth hands. My eyes fell on her full plum lips. I want to bite them. I never kissed any woman in my life. I only Fuck and throw them but with her, even my soul started to betray me. My Monster desires to eat her and claims her but on the other side, he too, wants to cherish her. A low whimpering sound made me aware of the situation and my thoughts halted for a minute that we were in the middle of the lobby.

Even wrapped in the blankets of my dorm bed, I could feel the burning echo of that moment. But when sleep finally claimed me, it was not the monster I had imagined. It was him. I didn’t know his name. I couldn’t make out his face very well, only glimpses — storm-grey eyes that blazed with lightning fire, the cool pressure of a mouth that grazed against mine with reverence and desire, rough and warm hands that curled around my waist and drew me into him.

he murmured. “You’re not my husband.” My voice gained strength from the fire of my anger. “You’re a murderer. A monster.” Something flickered in his eyes at the word. No shame. No regret. Just… interest. “Monster,” he repeated softly, as if trying it on. “Do you think that word wounds me? It doesn’t.” “I don’t care if it wounds you,” I snapped. “I care that you killed him. That you slaughtered the only man I ever—” My throat closed up. I forced the words through. “The only man I ever loved.”