Flirting With Monsters Novels & Stories

I spit as I try to get my hands around his forearm to force him off. From the corner of my eye, I watch as he undoes the top buttons of his shirt. I hear the rest pop as he rips it off, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. “No?” he asks, kicking my legs apart and shifting his grip to my ass. He crouches down behind me and splays me open. I grip the edges of the desk and arch my back when he closes the whole of his mouth over my pussy. The tip of his tongue tickles my clit before dipping inside me. Before sliding the length of me up to my asshole and circling the tight ring.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

♪♪ Enemy • Imagine Dragons × J.I.D ✿✿✿ LILAH I THRASH in the tight hold of the monsters. The monster I call Mom, keeps smacking my face with a vengeance, making me lament in agony. Robert is looking at me with teary eyes but neither he bulges nor does he speak as if he's pinned on his spot by some supernatural potency. But the anger inside him is diaphanous as quartz, fists and jaw clenched hard, eyes bloodshot with tears.

“What are you thinking? Splash pad?” “Sure,” I say, my glare not leaving his while Fletcher leaves the room. “You’re a monster.” Dillon whimpers, tears and blood staining his cheeks. “You have no fucking idea,” his accusation stirring a primal desire to urge things along by ripping his throat out in a swift motion. My claws lengthening on the verge of sinking into his flesh, ripping his intestines from the soft underbelly. “If I have to be the monster that teaches you fucking respect,” I seethe. “Then I’ll gladly take that deal.”

Food… it’s looking for food. Elizabeth looked at the glowing fish monster and the blind pale creature. David grabbed Elizabeth’s hand and he pulled them to follow a different path. Despite moving away from the monsters, Elizabeth continued watching the monsters as they slowly approached each other through their own hunting methods. The silence seemed to get deeper as the two became closer. Then it started with a snarl. The fish monster struck first. The blind beast felt pain on its shoulder as the beast’s massive teeth immediately went deep into its shoulder. They started screeching at each other as they started to blindly maul each other.

Thalia snapped, sword already gleaming in the lantern light. Nyra nocked an arrow, her eyes narrowed, calculating. “We’ll never hold them all off if they surround us.” Elias’ jaw set. “We don’t. We cut through and get out.” Simple. Brutal. The only chance we had. The first monster lunged, bursting through a bookcase with a screech that rattled the glass in the windows. Its face was a grotesque smear of features—mouth too wide, teeth crooked like shards of glass, eyes empty hollows rimmed with gold.

Jumping to his feet, the monster literally flew across the bedroom before diving upon the startled queen. Angie had expected some sort of reaction but maybe not this swift and violent. Before she even knew what was happening, the monster pinned her arms down on the bed and had his face buried between her tits. The next few minutes passed in a wild blur of disjoined action. He slurped outrageously on her tits, his mouth flying from one large mound to the other, as she let out a series of ever increasingly loud moans. Angie never had a man lose control over her tits, such as this tickle monster had, and it absolutely thrilled her. She wanted more; needed more. Without realizing what she was do

He was like a predator prowling through unfamiliar territory. As we passed, the whispers in the hall swelled, like someone had turned up the volume. "Look at him. Does he look like he's here for an engagement party? He looks more like he's here for an assassination." Cassiano didn't so much as bat an eye, but I felt his hand tighten around mine. I turned my head, gave him a small smile, and said in a voice only the two of us could hear, "Ignore them." He lowered his gaze to me, and the faint light deep in his eyes flickered. "Okay."

Where they going to do it now? She wondered. Her heart racing. After sometime, Blake leaned and nibbled on the soft spot on her neck, sucking on it lightly. Her fingers clasped his shirt as she stifled a moan. Her toes were already curling. Her heart races, she didn't know what to think. Were his hormones high because of his illness?