I Fell In Love With A Monster Novels & Stories

In fact I wasn’t interested in anything that had to do with him. My chest was hurting seriously and there was a lump in my throat. I knew I was about to cry and I couldn’t help it. I had fallen in love with Ian. I knew I had fallen in love with Ian. But now I was just finding out that I had fallen in love with a monster. It was a harsh reality to comprehend. I had fallen in love with a killer. I had been sleeping with a killer. I had shared the same bed with a killer.

Tears fell down my cheeks and I quickly tried to wipe them away. “A monster…” I whispered. He stepped closer to me. “I don’t understand…” he said, keeping his tone low. “Explain it to me.” “Can't you see it with your eyes? On the night of the full moon, I become this… this monster!” I yelled. “I’m not normal and Shirly was right, I could never be the Luna that your pack needs. I’m a freak, Elliot. You are better off without me…”

If Darcie and Havoc could make it work when there was nothing real between them then maybe there was hope for me and Monster. “God no, I fell in love with him. It was crazy quick but it's real. I know he adores me and would do anything for me. Sometimes you just meet the right man and you know he’s yours forever. Havoc is my forever. Monster will be yours.” “I doubt that,” I mumbled. “It's not like that between us.” “Oh please, I've seen the way he looks at you, the way he touches you. Monster is a good man, deep down anyway, but he wouldn't have agreed to this unless he thought there was something between you.”

“I’m just stating facts. You don’t know how to love anyone, and no one will ever love you, you monster!” “Monster!!” Christina screamed in rage. “The witch must think you’re a monster too, which is why she doesn’t want to be close to you.” Christina spat her venom and stormed out. Carl slumped into his chair, Christina’s words buzzing in his mind like persistent insects. “I’m a monster…” he muttered. His head ached, something pounding against his skull. “I’m a monster.” Carl repeated, a smile slowly creeping onto his face.

"Are you so afraid to love it? Does it frighten you this much that I make you feel good? That I make you want to love this part of me?" "I can never love a monster like you!" A single tear fell from her sore eye.

“You are not human. You are a monster.” “And my sister…” I choked. “She fell in love with a monster.” I stood up slowly. “And I will never—ever—fall in love with one.” Even if I already had.

Liam took it all, calm and indulgent, his restraint unwavering until the pleasure became too much. Only then did his body tense, arching slightly, as if trying to temper the sensation. He laughed. "Monsters should have disgraceful deaths." He was smiling more than ever lately. And I hated it. "Who the hell called you a monster?" My grip tightened. "Mr. Lee? Someone from the Reid family? Or was it you?" Liam said nothing. "No one gets to call you a monster. Not now. Not ever." I let go and reached for his hand, lacing my fingers through his.

the words torment me as I cry violently while Steph hugs me. “It’s going to be okay,” she tries to reassure me, but I shake my head. Nothing will be okay. How could I have fallen in love with a man like Cole? How could I forgive myself for what happened to my mother? What kind of monster does this? “I… He is a monster,” I tell Steph, and she nods slightly as her hands move up and down my back in a soothing way. How could I have allowed myself to feel like this? “I need to see him,” I let out, and Steph’s eyes widen as she pulls me away by the shoulders slightly to look into my eyes.

My attention to her is real but playful instead of lustful. "I'm sure your husband loved you," I respond, but Caleb won't hold off his trigger much longer. "You seem like the type that was well loved." “ I was well loved before I fell in with a monster. He told them I was a murderer. Can you imagine trying to tell an eight-year-old why he has to leave his mommy? I haven’t seen my son in sooo long. And when you pull that trigger, like I know you’re going to, I won’t ever see him again.” She is right that I will pull it.

Eventually, they were caught for robbery, and soon after, all of them died. I calmly turned off the TV and opened the notebook of the little girl I had adopted. She had just received a perfect score on her composition. The title read, "My Love for Mom."