Friends With The Monsters Novels & Stories

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.”

I whispered as the sun began to peek over the FUTO horizon, painting the campus in shades of rose and gold. He looked at me, and for the first time in fifty-five chapters, the shadows were gone from his eyes. He leaned in, kissing me with a softness that made the world stand still. It wasn't a kiss of desperation; it was a kiss of peace. "It's over, Elara," he whispered against my lips. "The Monster is dead. Only the man is left."

She steps back, already turning away, but not before adding, “And you will be invaluable.” Mae looks at me then, eyes bright and overwhelmed. “So… fire, regret, and peace.” I manage a small smile. “Sounds about right.” As we shoulder our bags and prepare to leave, I can’t shake the feeling that whatever we were before—girls searching for answers—no longer exists. We didn’t just become monsters. We became something else entirely.

“Mack won’t even look at me.” “Don’t worry. This is just the beginning.” Abby said. “Sooner or later, he will have to show himself. Until then, I will talk to Beth and Gabe. We will get it, so he has to come by; otherwise, no one will pay attention to him. I don’t think he would like being left in the cold like that. He does need them to feel good. They are his only real friends.”

The least that I can do is tell you the facts and that is what I am telling you now and right here , we are not normal human beings and all our lives we have been trained differently and greatly different from a normal human being . I will never be normal my dear friend , I know that you are playing a good job making this happen but I don’t think that this wood happen , I don’t think that it’s going to be true , and you are skipping that part of it because you don’t want to accept that it’s is what we truly are , but that’s just the truth and it’s nothing but the truth , we are monsters , that’s what we would always be , I thought that it was time that you accepted that fact and if you final

“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?”

' Juno snarls in my head, finding a way to ruin my beautiful mood. 'My mates are no monsters, Juno. It's okay if you don't like them. You're free to have your preference. But my mates are not monsters and just so you know, they'll be with me even if you decide not to be part of my life.' I snarl back at her, in my head of course.

“The dogs were your only friends. They understood you. They knew what you could become.” “No!” Kaidën shouted, fists clenched. “They were monsters! Just like you!” But the reflections only laughed harder, their voices blending into a single haunting melody. “We are you, Kaidën. Embrace us. You’re the monster now. You’ve tasted blood, and it’s sweet. You’ll never escape it.” “STOP!”

4Calesti POV. "Who are these friends?" I ask Adonis again, he brought me to a fire station, it's not a fire I'm trying to turn off, or maybe I'm trying to start one, better be ready. "A vampire, two wolves, a dragon, and two cat shifters. I'd say those would be good help against Trent, and the best part, they all hate him, well the wolves hate everyone, and the dragon loves to chomp people. The two kittens we might leave as backup," Adonis says, his words assuring and not at the same time, I wasn't sure how to feel about this helper squad anymore.

"Friends. Just friends." Atasha "Just friends" is the biggest lie Khalia Salvador has ever told herself. Forty minutes later, the atmosphere inside Wildflour Uptown was loud, buzzing, and completely claustrophobic. The restaurant was packed with the usual corporate crowd, but our table felt like the epicenter of a localized storm system. Bea and Mark, our friends who had watched us grow from broke architecture students into functioning adults, were already three cocktails deep. They had practically pulled us into the booth, forcing Khalia and me to sit right next to each other on the plush leather banquette.