I Am A Monster Mga Nobela at Kwento

Yet now, faced with the cruel truth, the pain was unbearable. After saying that, Mom grabbed me by the collar. Her expression twisted with malice as she snarled, "Hand over the money, or don't bother calling me 'Mom'!" I wiped my tears and let out a cold laugh. "Fine." That single word made her freeze. When she came to her senses, a dark, vicious gleam flickered in her eyes. The next second, there was a deafening crack against my skull. Darkness swallowed my vision whole. When I woke up again, I couldn't see a thing.

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

There were the usual ads for x-ray glasses and onion gum and joy buzzers and Charles Atlas, but one at the bottom caught my eye. SEA MONSTER PETS! HATCH THESE CREATURES IF YOU DARE! I’d seen ads for Sea Monkeys before, and Matt had told me they were a species of shrimp. But sea monsters? I read the fine print but the ad gave no details other than a legal-sounding paragraph about the company not being responsible for escaped creatures or any harm they inflicted. I looked at the cost, then jumped off the bed and grabbed my piggy bank from the bureau. I emptied the contents onto the bed and counted. I had enough money.

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

You liked it. “I didn’t.” Didn’t you? Shapes formed in the miasma, faces, bodies, the vampires I’d burned alive in the Hall. Their screams tore through the silence until I had to shut my eyes. When I looked again, they were gone. Ah, Illusions. They were all just illusions. Accept the monster you are. Accept your uniqueness. It’s what sets you apart. It’s what makes you even more powerful. My throat tightened. I shook my head, whispering continuously to the air with a trembling breath. “I’m not a monster.”

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

Waiting. Aurora didn't struggle. Just smiled. Even choking. Even dying. She smiled. "See?" she gasped. "Monster." I dropped her. She hit the ground. Coughed. Laughed. "You're right," I said quietly. "I am a monster. I've become exactly what I swore I'd never be. But you know what?" I looked at her. Let her see the gold in my eyes. The serpent glowing on my back. The power radiating off me. "I don't care. Because being a monster means I can protect them. Keep them safe. Destroy anyone who threatens them. Including vampires who think they can have what's mine."

A love that is real. He took a step nearer again, his face an impeccable mask of sorrow and love. "I know what it feels like to be alone. I know what it feels like to be a monster. I know what it feels like to be a weapon. I know what it feels like to be used." "You are not a monster." "I am. But so are you. You are a monster in the making. And they are going to make you into a monster. They are going to use you until you are a monster. And then they will cast you aside."

“I'm anything but kind and patient! I'm a monster!” “A monster wouldn't be so careful with kids or wouldn't care about their dying mother. You aren't a monster, you were just trained to be this way. To put a front so that you wouldn't end up hurt or not to hurt others who might want to get close to you. You are just misunderstood.” “....” “You are probably thinking: How can I know?”. Well, it's because I've been there, but I managed to find a way out. You should find a way out as well, or you might end up broken before you know it.”

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