I Am A Monster Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You're not a monste-" "Stop, Fay. This isn't some fairy-tale. I am a monster, and I always will be. I don't care what I am. I will never look kindly upon others. Do not deny what I am, do not do me that disservice." He said, his words clear and cold.

His body was a wall of heat and iron. "You're afraid that if you let go, you'll become the monster they all say you are," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips. "But let me tell you a secret, little maid." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "The monsters are the ones who made you feel invisible. The monsters are the ones who bruise your skin." His voice dropped to a husky, dangerous whisper. "You are not the monster, Mira. You are the thing the monsters should be afraid of."

Shit, why am I even surprised by that with the kind of parents I have. "They said you're a monster. You don't look like a monster to me." His voice broke into my train of thought. This fool! How could he still say I don't look like a monster when I just literally told him the shackles binding me were the only thing stopping me from draining his blood? He was obviously too innocent to understand that real monsters don't look bizarre and deformed. Real monsters are real people. They're family. They're your mother, father... The people who are closest to you.

“But you won’t. Because you aren’t the monster your father made you believe you are.” I could feel the rage growing inside me. My breathing became erratic, and my body trembled with fury. I wanted him to understand. To feel the weight of everything that I had been forced to carry. “I am a monster!” I shouted, my voice raw. “Do you know how many I’ve killed? Children. Elderly. Innocent people.”

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

I answer remembering how she and Andy called me that before. "Really? A monster who watches after me? Sound more of a stalker" she says again, I didn't like how she's calling me me a stalker, maybe I am to anyone who's looking at us, but I'm just a lonely monster who's trying to get the girl to fall in love with me, we're more of beauty and the monster. "I'm the hell version of a guardian" I explain to her, that's the best explanation I could come up with.

I cried. Wait! Was I talking to him or his statue? Did he hear me or I was wasting my time? "I think my mom is already done with the monster by now."I thought before summoning her in my room. "Artie. Anu? H.How did this happen to him? Who did this?"mother breathed the moment she appeared in the room. "His mom did this to him. I wonder how a mother would think of hurting her own child."I said sounding surprised.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

I can hear the fast rush of water as the blood forms into different parts, creating this monster. I can feel it in my veins, and I can feel something too wet and sticky in my panties. My toes curl as I press my legs together. "You did it." Jaden whispers, his voice breaking the tension. I reopen my eyes, and in front of us is... A monster. It's small, not exactly mighty and strong like Jaden's and it's about to wither, it falls to the side. I think my magic is not strong enough to keep it lasting for long. The monster starts melting. But I fucking did it. "I created a monster!" I shriek in excitement, laughing so hard that I spin around and throw my hands around Jaden's neck without even rea