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.

A monster who would kill for me. A monster who would go to war for me.He kissed my forehead, a soft, tender thing that was a silent promise of his return. Then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me alone in the silent, empty room. My heart was beating so fast, a frantic, painful thing that was a silent testament to the man who was my world. He was a monster, but he was my monster. And I was his.

he said he and accelerated the exit into me. "Ohhh" "Ugh ugh" "fuck you delicious ugh" "ohh shif faster" "tight tight you ugh" "Ohhh" "Ahh Ahh Ahh" "ugh" "fuck your tight" You hear nothing in the room but a whole growl and a moan. A moment later we were both reached our orgasm. "I love you" I said "I love you too and the starry night witness how much I love you" he said. end :) A/N: Don't forget to rate this story! Merry Christmas!

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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.

a woman about Vince's age asks, coming towards us. -Elenor, this is my wife Magda. Honey, this is Elenor, Damon's girlfriend. -Oh my God! Damon, I didn't think I'd see you with a girl you call girlfriend. -Well, what can I say, she won me over. I know she says it just for show, but my heart skipped a beat when I heard it. Tonight I felt very tense, I don't know if it's because I'm in a room full of mobsters or because the most handsome mobster here hasn't taken his eyes off me.

She was dancing mentally to her achievements. Yes! It was a big achievement for her. Finally, she tamed him. Her Sexiest Monster was tamed and in her control now. He confessed his undying love for her. He said from the bottom of his heart. Not only that, but he proposed to her in the most romantic ways. She didn't accept anything better than this. She smiled at his handwork and dedication.

Her brown eyes that always made him feel immensely stared at him with so much want that he thought he would cry too as she whispered, "But I am a monster." "And I am one that craves for that monster," He said, "So what does that make me? We were made for each other, Domina. Can you not see that? We compliment one another. We both love pain and we do not know why but we do, and we understand ourselves for that fact. What more could I possibly want?" She stayed quiet now, looking away before he bent and whispered, "Can I kiss you?" Yet, he did not wait for an answer when he did so.

“Serializing it. See if anyone else finds comfort in the idea that the system is the real villain, not the people trapped in it.” He made a face. “You’re going to turn our trauma into a horror‑romance serial,” he said. “Of course you are.” “It’s what I’m good at,” she said. He groaned. “If you write me too accurately,” he warned, “people will think I’m bad for them. Broody. Controlling. Irrationally fond of knives.” “People already think they’re bad for them,” she said. “That’s half the appeal of monster romance.” “I’m not a monster anymore,” he pointed out.

"I want to make love to you in every place and every position humanly possible. Don't be easy on me because I am an unquenchable monster." "You're not a monster but a very kind and compassionate partner. Who told you to resist yourself? I am here wanting more." She bit his lip softly. The cool surface of the glass pressed against her back, and she hissed. Goosebumps covered every inch of her skin, and her nipples pebbled into painful peaks.