Flirting With Monsters Novels & Stories

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

“I won’t lie to him.” He shrugged. “You will. Or I’ll bring in someone else for the next round of fun. We’ve got a girl from the Ice lord packs, young, sweet and would know how to suck our damn dick.” He said giving me a mischievous smile which made me spit on him. He gently cleaned it and faced me with an unreadable face. “You’re a monster.” I screamed. He leaned in. “No, I’m a professional. Monsters enjoy this. I just do what’s required.”

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

I step through cautiously, Lucien follows closely behind, even though all the bones in my skin are telling me not to allow him, I give up, and let him do as he pleases. The moment I cross the threshold, the air shifts. And they are there. Standing beneath the twisted branches of a silver-barked tree, side by side as if they’ve always been waiting. The Vor’Enya Twins. For one humiliating second, all I do is stare at them. Mouth open. Heart pounding. Power prickling beneath my skin. Then the shock fades— And anger rushes in to replace it. “You,” I hiss, marching toward them before Lucian can even stop me. “You’ve been sending those notes. Threatening me. Letting everyone think I’m some kind o

she said. "A witch? Am I a witch mother? Why are you two behaving so strangely? What has happened to you?"I asked looking at their faces. "No. I was trying to get Anu scared, that's all."she lied. "Yes. Your mother compares me to witches."Anu supplemented. "You might be one. How could a normal person turn into a lion."I pointed. "You are right Artie. Am not a human but am not a witch either." "Then what are you?"

“Theo likes you.” “Theo likes everybody. That child would probably befriend a serial killer.” A small laugh escaped my lips before I covered my mouth quickly. Vanessa clicked her tongue dramatically. “And who’s feeding us, huh? Because I barely have enough money to feed myself.” “You literally spend your salary on smoke and tequila.” “And whose business is that?” “You’re unbelievable.” “No, you are.” She grumbled. “I swear if this child starts calling me mommy, I’m billing you.”

I bit down. Hard. He hissed as my teeth sank into his hand. For a split second— His grip loosened. I twisted sharply, elbowing back with everything I had. My elbow connected with his ribs. Not enough. But enough to break free. I stumbled forward, gasping, spinning around— And there he was. Marcus. Closer than ever. His eyes dark. Focused. Hungry. “You’re getting bold,” he said, almost impressed. My chest heaved. “Stay away from me.”

I asked "What was Roman doing to you?" He asked me before turning to Roman, "Are you trying to seduce my wife?" He asked again "Nobody is trying to seduce anybody; I was just getting cake for Sarah," I said, holding the plate of cake, but Levi slapped it away from my hands, the plate shattering into pieces. "Oh my God!" I screamed, and a lot of murmurs began to fill the room. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Did you invite me here just to create a scene?" My voice shook as I yelled at him

"It doesn't distract. It fuels me. It makes the world clearer. We end this together, and then, we see what remains of the world." The enemies regrouped, their leader—a scarred veteran of a dozen campaigns—bellowing at his men. "The bond makes them monsters! Ignore your fear! Kill them both!" Aziel laughed, a sound devoid of mirth, echoing with the cold authority of a king. "Monsters? You have no idea what monsters truly look like." They charged again. The bond hummed with a mix of raw, animalistic fury and a haunting, quiet tenderness that defied the carnage. Aziel protected Lior’s blind spot; Lior neutralized threats before they could even threaten Aziel.

I’d completely forgotten I’d ordered them. “Sea Monkeys?” Matt said with some scorn. “Seriously?” “Sea Monsters,” I replied, pointing to the box. “I was bored and saw the ad in the back of one of the comics.” Matt took the box and turned it over, scanning the details on the back. “It’s probably just another breed of shrimp,” he said, handing it back to me.