How Much Of Monsters Is True Novels & Stories

Because for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure who the monster was anymore. LUCIEN POV The message came at midnight. One line. No explanation. “Blood for blood.” I’d been sitting in my office — what was left of it — the rain thudding against the windows, another call from a client ending with “we’re pulling out.” The empire I’d built was cracking — one deal after another slipping through my fingers like sand. I’d been thinking of her when the phone buzzed. Zara. I called immediately. No answer. Again.

Natalie fires back, “How do we know you aren’t going to start killing innocent humans when we let you leave?” Natalie’s question makes sense. As long as everyone follows the rules then there won’t be any problems. The purple monster nods his head in understanding. “So do we have an agreement?” All the monsters roar with agreement. “Great so if all the monster could please line up and sign this form that would be great.” All the monsters rush forward to sign the form. All of them quite happy with the outcome of the meeting. The signing of the paper takes longer then expected because there seems to be more monsters then we thought, but thats good. It means that we killed less then we thought a

Then his phone rang again. They both jumped. Carlo checked the screen. Unknown number. He answered, slowly. “I’m not done,” Marcus said. Carlo stiffened. “You’ve made your point.” “No,” Marcus said coldly. “I haven’t even started. Tell me, Carlo… does she know who you really are? What you’ve done? What you used to be?” Carlo said nothing. “I didn’t think so,” Marcus said. “Funny how the truth always shows up at the worst time.”

On monitors. _No cages. No monsters. Just us._ *Crack.*

She continued to shriek at him like a madwoman until he finally lost all patience and shouted back at her, "You know nothing! Do you really think you'd be happy spending the rest of your life with him? I did it for you!" That made me chuckle. To think he was actually claiming that he did it for her sake. How hilarious! He really was a lunatic. Natalie continued pounding him. "Why did you lie to me? I trusted you so much!" Meanwhile, after hearing the truth, the victims also lunged at Harvey. I turned away, listening as Harvey's anguished screams rang out from behind. He suffered the same fate I did in my previous life. They broke his legs, and blood poured down his head.

He looked like he was in agony. But I was staring at the fresh scar on the webbing of his right hand, my entire body turning ice cold. That scar was identical to the one on the hand holding the woman's waist in the profile picture of the anonymous poster I had just seen. If I remembered correctly, that scar appeared three months ago. I was two months pregnant then, and we were walking in the deep forest. A feral Rogue suddenly rushed out. Kael didn't think twice before shielding me, fighting the beast with his bare hands.

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

WHY? People say monsters aren’t real, but I dare to disagree. Monsters exist, but they do not have scary horns and hideous bodies as they are described in children’s books. Instead, they have eight pack abs and sport seductive smiles so you’d never suspect what’s hidden behind their alluring appearance. “Allaya!” A voice in low key stops me on my tracks. It’s Eduard, Elijah’s best friend. I burst into a nervous laughter, trying to push back the tears that are threatening to fall.

All he could do was nod to her words. “It’s crazy, right? I mean, sure you’re tough on your subordinates, but you’re not a monster. Those… Those things don’t exist; they’re just works of fantasy or myths,” Rebecca claimed. “Except those all come from somewhere, don’t they?” Christian pointed out, to her confusion. “All those stories about monsters? They had to come from somewhere, don’t they?” Baffled as she was that Christian would say that in that serious tone, Rebecca answered, “From rumors or misconceptions, maybe. But, Christian, this is reality we’re talking about here. In reality, there’s no such thing as-”

“Here are the A.S.S. stats for the last year. Kill ratio 50%. Precision is 67% and danger is 70%.” Brent looks directly at Caleb and me as he reads our stats. I choke on my own arrogance for once. I can tell from Mirasol’s face that she’s far from amused. I nudge Caleb, and he gives me an exaggerated, mock-disappointed look, just to get under her skin.