Books Like Only A Monster Novels & Stories

Wanda asked, her voice softening slightly. I thought of Lucien standing in that study, shaking but refusing to give up. I thought of the way I had let everyone else write my story for twenty-one years. "I realized that if I’m going to be a monster in their eyes anyway, I might as well be a monster who plays the cello."

Eva watched them from a distance, looking worried. "Then maybe you can lend it to me. I'll read it fast and give it back to you so you can put it on your shelf." He narrowed his eyes. "Do you like to read about monsters?" She nodded, "Yes. It seems like we have the same taste." Angelica wondered why he picked this particular book. She could hear him say the title 'the monster is me' in his dark husky voice. She would have believed him had he said so. Lord Rayven ignored her and went to pay for the book. The seller's eyes widened and his hands trembled slightly as he received his money. A sigh left his lips once Lord Rayven walked out of the shop.

Because, I’ve read somewhere before that other than fantasy books with hellishly long storyline and particular world building, books which was written to suit the romance genre shouldn’t depict too much of characters’ other than the main characters’ life. Even though this world more or less fit the fantasy genre. And even more so, when I was chosen to live inside a world as such. On the floor of a roofless wooden carriage, a huge and white furred monster was lying dormant. It looked like a polar bear with long ears like a hare, and claws more prominent than a rarely trimmed claw of a wild cat. This thing is huge. I was pondering by myself while I stood at the end of its head; portruding out

he said. She stepped in, letting the quiet settle over her. “It’s… beautiful.” He watched her trail her fingers along the spines of books. “You read all of these?” she asked. He nodded. “Looking for something.” “Answers?” “Or stories where the monster wins.” She turned to him. “You think you’re the monster?” “I know I am.” Silence. Then softly—“Monsters don’t make pasta and build libraries.” Damien’s lips twitched. “They do… when they want to keep their prey comfortable.”

Because monsters fear only one thing—Being seen. And this time, I am done hiding.

Looking at everything familiar yet strange before my eyes, I seemed to return to that rainy day many years ago. I wandered aimlessly among the bookshelves with the child. Reading some simple little stories to her. Until evening, the sun went down. I got up with the child, ready to leave. But when turning to the corridor towards the exit. I ran head-on into someone. The books held in the other person's arms instantly scattered on the ground. "I'm sorry." We spoke almost at the same time. I hurriedly squatted down to help pick up the books. The other person also scrambled to clean up.

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

I responded. "I hate that beast, Victoria, and now I could say werewolf exists because I saw him transformed into a wolf before he attacked me, and I hated his existence; that person who killed Oliver was a monster." She said, and I could feel goosebumps cover my skin, and I wanted to tell my best friend werewolves only existed in movies and books, and they are not real. "A werewolf?" I asked, unable to control my voice and worry about my best friend.

Mike tried to say. "Don't you get it? I don't deserve to be helped, I'm a monster." he said amidst tears, he can't stop himself from crying. He just couldn't, he had hurt that innocent girl. He doesn't deserve to live, "I'm a monster," he kept saying repeatedly, Maria couldn't stop herself from breaking down. She can't bear to see her son like this, It was breaking her heart. Chris kept screaming and shouting at them "Mr Williams I need your help, I need you to hold him for me while I sedate him" Mike said.