Human-monster Romance Movies Novels & Stories

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

"I really didn't." "Oh really? Then what about the rich man today at the dinner? Weren't his eyes scanning you and your eyes meeting his every minute." He said in a low whisper as his hand fisted slowly in my hair. "I didn't mean to-," At this moment the door opened up wide, and Amy stepped in, Eric let go of my hair immediately, she looked at me and her son. Then back to me, "You whore! You have made plans to seduce my son now." She came forward and grabbed my hair. "ah! It's not like it looks, ma'am"

I could see their hesitation and how they struggled to figure me out. “We do not feel your scent on her.” One of the men yelled from the crowd. “I cannot feel her wolf either.” Another voice added. “Forgive me, Alpha but I smell an alien scent…” Another voice shouted. “Well, that’s because she is human. A very weak human.” A familiar voice shouted from the crowd. It was Monica and she had an evil grin all over her face.

"Relax, old friend. I’m just being friendly." Carlo stood up. The man barely had time to react before Carlo’s hand was fisted in his collar, dragging him forward over the table. “She’s. My. Wife.” The entire lounge went dead silent. No one moved. No one breathed. Kristen’s eyes went wide. "You don’t look at her. You don’t talk to her. You don’t even think about her unless you want to lose every tooth in your mouth." The man’s smug expression vanished. "Alright, alright. Didn’t know"

The girl twitched a little in his arms, barely able to hold her head as she pulled back to look up at him. "I...uh..." His brows knitted together, curiously peering down at her as he observed that conflicted look on her face. That mild blush in her cheeks. "What is it?" She hesitated for a moment, nervously biting her lower lip as she stared up at him from beneath those half-closed eyelids. "I-Is it possible for me to get pregnant now?" He smiled, "Nope. Humans are not made for procreation with vampires. Vampire semen is way too strong for a human egg. It will destroy it before it could fertilize it," he explained, earning himself a rather odd look from her.

Alexa said. "Did Michael, Raulin's son, fuck you!" said Mr. Andreson, clenching his fists. "What's going on? Memsahib, I'd like to ask permission to look at your neck for a moment. Please tear your hair for a moment," asked Mr. Andreson's servant. The servant was also surprised that his master was angry that his daughter's neck already bore the mark of a wife. When werewolves find a suitable partner in the human world, of course, with special characteristics. They would cast a spell on her to make her their wife.

“Again, that sorry excuse of a human is not my father. And, you had a deal with Bruce. Why do I have to pay for his sins? Isn’t that a little… I don’t know… medieval?” “Then perhaps,” he said smoothly, “we make a deal of our own, Miss Marlowe.” He sounds completely unbothered. Like this entire conversation was already over in his head. Well, think again, Thanos. “I’m not making any deals with you. I don’t know you. I don’t like you, and honestly this whole kidnapping thing is a terrible first impression. So no. Hard pass you psychopath!” A faint smile touched his lips. “Psychopath is dramatic.”

Lucien immediately shifted, his human form tearing apart into a massive, jet-black werewolf, his roar shaking the very foundations of the building. An enormous grey wolf lunged directly at me, its jaws aiming for my throat. I ducked beneath the strike, my claws sliding out as I ripped into its underbelly. Blood splattered across my face, the iron taste fueling the beast inside me. Through the chaos, I saw Ronan Blackwell standing on the upper balcony, a silver cross-bow aimed directly at Lucien's back. "Lucien, watch out!" I roared, sprinting toward the balcony stairs, tearing through two more attackers in my path.

KLAIRE I am getting married to the man I had never seen before. I heard rumors that my so-called-fiancé was a monster. Maybe if I wasn’t the one to get married here, I might have laughed at what I heard. I doesn’t believe in ghosts, or supernatural creatures. Nana Rosa said that those creatures are not real. She said it was just made to scare children to go to bed early at night. But it is not in that sense that Mr. Sanvictores is called a monster.