Everyday Life With Monster Novels & Stories

How… brutal… Can I really kill that monster? No, no, I become fully ahead of myself. This kind of monster isn't something that I can defeat without losing my life! I am but a normal shut-in person who knows nothing when it comes to these kinds of things! I am only good with keyboards and not in realistic and live combat like this!! ”Just die already!!!“

Did she mean me? When she hung up, she grinned. “There's a monster heading straight for us. Want to help us take it down?” "Did we just encounter another monster?" I asked, my heart pounding. "You know, like a really big, scary creature? Maybe something that used to be a wolf, but now it's gigantic?" “Yes, have you seen one before?” “Not really but this monster could get pissed off if we try to harm it.” "I understand. We're going to try to help them return to normal and bring them down as humanly possible. Our healer has special skills in dealing with the effects of this drug.”

Noa clung to it like it was the only real thing left. “You once told me monsters can love too,” Noa whispered. “But you didn’t say what happens when the people you love are the monsters.” Alessio didn’t answer. He just let his hand trail down Noa’s spine, a gentle possessive stroke. “We become the ones worth loving anyway.”

He was like them. A monster..

In one single day, my life had become hell. But tomorrow, i have to find a way to run away from this monster.

For the girl she’d been. I pulled her closer, one hand cradling the back of her head. “Not anymore,” I said. “You hear me? As long as I’m breathing, you will never be alone again. Nobody puts hands on you unless you want them to. Nobody cages you. Nobody forgets you. I am your home.” She shook against me, just once, then calmed. “Okay,” she whispered. “Okay.” We lay like that until the shaking stopped. Eventually, she shifted, propping her chin on my chest, mischief creeping back into her eyes. “So,” she said. “We’re agreed? We save the world. Build homes. Kill monsters. Have a lot of sex in between.”

There, etched deep into her arm, were lines of text. [Monsters have infiltrated this house. Every time they kill me, I fall into a loop. It can take on the appearance of others, so never trust anyone completely. The monster kills according to certain rules. I have to figure out its pattern. Its loops are limited. If I don't find a way to escape soon, I'll be trapped here forever.] I read the words aloud under my breath. "Now," she said, "do you believe I'm just like you? I've gone through this cycle many times, and from the clues I left myself before, I learned the truth—both of our parents have already been replaced.

Shit, why am I even surprised by that with the kind of parents I have. "They said you're a monster. You don't look like a monster to me." His voice broke into my train of thought. This fool! How could he still say I don't look like a monster when I just literally told him the shackles binding me were the only thing stopping me from draining his blood? He was obviously too innocent to understand that real monsters don't look bizarre and deformed. Real monsters are real people. They're family. They're your mother, father... The people who are closest to you.

She stumbled backward and crashed into the armrest of the couch, looking rather pitiful. "Why not?" I ended the call and eyed her coldly. "Nova Tech is my company, and this is my house. If I want someone gone, they have no choice but to go." At that moment, Eric approached with a glass of warm water and a vitamin capsule, eyes lowered as he handed it to Jenny. "Your daily dose of vitamins, Ms. Green." It was part of his everyday work routine. Jenny, who was oscillating between anger and fear, didn't even bother to look before she snatched the capsule and gulped it down with the water, as if doing so could somehow help her.

I froze. How much does he know about me? My chest tightened. “You don’t seem to understand what’s going on here, do you, Celeste?” “Is this some sort of prank? Are you one of those sleazy YouTubers...where are the cameras?” I look around the room. Maybe I can delude myself into thinking none of this is real. “The mansion could use a little humor,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “I made the right choice.”