I Am A Monster Novels & Stories

I asked as I stare at them blankly. "Because you're a monster freak can't you see it? You're a monster! You're not human! So why can't we be afraid of you? Why are you still here anyway? No one wants you here! You should die because you're a pest! Monster! Demon!" Lea replied. "How can you say I'm a monster? Are you a God or something?" I retorted. "I don't need to be a God to tell that you're a monster. Only blinds can't see that you're one," Lea said.

Luka replies, sounding every bit like the professor he is. "So I truly am a monster," I state. I can feel the self pitty start to form, but I shove it away. A monster. Something dark and sinful, which will hurt everyone around me. I deserve to be imprisoned by the council; better yet, the council should dispose of me. I am a walking apocalypse. A ticking time bomb.

Leave me you monster " I shout in my frightened condition and kicked his leg which is over my foot with my free one. Due to the force of the kick he fall down and I tried to got up by pushing myself up with my both hands but my left leg is not supporting me . Because this monster has kicked it . But somehow I drag myself away from him . But I got pulled back by my injured leg by none another than monster himself pulled me back . " Leave me I don't want this , you can't touch me without my permission .... It's a crime " I shout on him in pure anger . I was shouting on him all this with trying to get rid from his hold. As soon as he pulled me completely towards him, he immediately climbed on m

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

Wanda asked, her voice softening slightly. I thought of Lucien standing in that study, shaking but refusing to give up. I thought of the way I had let everyone else write my story for twenty-one years. "I realized that if I’m going to be a monster in their eyes anyway, I might as well be a monster who plays the cello."

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

"That's impossible… That flash drive has already been—" She suddenly seemed to realize that she'd said something she shouldn't have and immediately shut her mouth. When Raoul saw that I'd slapped her just now, he also marched up to me, ready to fight me to our deaths. At that moment, all of the anger I'd suppressed until then exploded like a volcano. I punched him back in the face and roared, "You all keep calling me a monster and an inhuman animal, but I'm going to show you who the real monster is! You'll see what I'm talking about!"

"You ungrateful little bitch! We never should have brought you back! You were a curse from the day you were born! A cold, emotionless monster!" There it was. The truth they’d painted over with family photos and forced dinners. A monster. Maybe he was right. "Finally, something we agree on," I said, my voice eerily pleasant. I slammed my palm down on the cheap IKEA coffee table between us. "I am a monster. And monsters eat their young. Get out. Now." The sound wasn't a slam. It was a crack. A spiderweb of fractures erupted from under my hand, racing across the laminated surface. Then, with a groan of surrendering particleboard, the entire table collapsed into a

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

I asked. “Oh, love. I’m sure you could,” he said as he pushed a strand behind my ear. “the issue is… I don’t want you to look at me differently. I don’t want to see the same look in your eyes that I’ve seen in the others. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to see what I really am.” “What?” I asked. “A monster, Adea. I’m a monster.” “You’re not,” I start.