Flirting With Monsters Novels & Stories

“You think you can just slide into his space, take what belongs to the Chika Whitmore line, and play the loyal pet?” Driscoll’s voice was a low growl, vibrating with pure werewolf malice as he cornered Malik Arden by the heavy oak doors. “That seat was reserved for the true mate of the Dominion’s heir, not a scavenging stray looking for scraps from Lucien’s plate.”

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

He had finally succeeded in drawing a reaction out of her. “Belonging. Respect. Those are fairy tales, my dear Lydia,” he said, his voice dripping venom. “You’ll always be a vampire. You’ll only ever belong with us—” I didn’t even register when my power surged. One second, he was talking, and the next, I had flung him against the wall without even leaving my seat. The force of impact knocked the breath from him, and Lydia let out a startled yelp. I stalked toward him as he lay crumpled on the floor, clutching his side in pain. Without hesitation, I planted my boot against his chest, pinning him down as he wheezed beneath me.

As I walked through the hallway that led to the exit of the building, the monsters were all clinging to different corners, whispering and sneering. "I'm glad she's finally leaving." "I never really liked her." "Ugh! I wish I had killed her last night." "I hate her." "I want her to die." These were the awful words spilling out of their mouths. They hated me, even when I didn't do anything wrong. Are they trying to say that they hate every human living in Velmora? A splash of cold, filthy water crashed over me, soaking my hair and clothes. The monsters began to laugh. I looked over to where the stinky water had splashed from, and I saw Lyra smirking from the stairwell, her hand on the rail.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

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.

He didn’t want to ruin me anymore. He wanted to claim me. And that’s what terrified me more than death ever could. Because if you know anything about monsters, it’s this: They don’t always knock. Sometimes... they whisper your name from inside the walls.

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”

Maggie turned to him, squinting. “Why are you suddenly so interested? You knew they existed already?” “What? No! I was just trying to start a conversation,” he said quickly, laughing it off. She smirked. “You can do better than that. What made you think I’d be in the mood for monster talk?” He shrugged sheepishly. “Who knows?” “They’re monsters, Fighter. Literal beasts that tear people apart. That’s not exactly sexy pillow talk,” she teased, then leaned in a little. “Let’s talk about something else—like us.”