I Love You Monster Novels & Stories

She offered him one of her earpieces with a playful smile. Sean accepted it with a nod, placing the small device into his ear. The music begins with an energetic beat laced with electronic undertones. He nodded along with the rhythm, his head slightly swaying as the melody grew more lively. After a minute, he glanced sideways at Lucy, a spark of recognition lighting his eyes. “This is... Running to You Will Be All That I Have, isn’t it?” He said, confirming his guess with a raised brow. Lucy’s smile widened, her cheeks glowing faintly. “You got it! I thought this track would suit you. The theme for this year is all about love, after all. What do you think?”

I wanted more. I looked at him, hesitantly. "Taco Bell?" He asked, making me smile. He knew how much I loved my taco. But I shook my head. "Actually, I've been craving something sweet-" "Your go-to Krispy Kreme with maple frosting." He said, suggestively. And I was pretty sure, I had never been more excited hearing Liam say something. "Yes, sir." I nodded, beaming, "Krispy Kreme with maple frosting."

I’d always loved that song, especially its beginning. When it came to music and movies, I was a hopeless romantic. I loved all the cheesy stuff, the kind of things that girls enjoyed, which is um... another reason why some people think that I’m gay. That doesn’t make me gay. That’s ridiculous! Who’s to blame if I have better taste?

“I don’t. But I know the man in front of me. The father who would burn the world for his kids. The man who came for me when no one else would. That man is a monster who doesn't hesitate to keep those he loves safe. But that man is also my Monster. My husband. The Man I love. So when you ask me to choose, there is no choice to be made. Because it's always been you and only you.” “Do you mean that?” He whispers, his eyes searching mine. “Because if you're fucking with me, Sloane-” “I’m not,” I cut him off, pressing my palm harder against his cheek, ignoring the tension in his jaw, ignoring the way his pulse thrums like war drums beneath my touch. “I mean every word. You’re it for me, Ian. You’

I imbue the paper itself with a faint glow which allows me to read the text… I knew she was trouble From the first moment I saw her She’d be the one to get past the facade Her touch sets me on fire Making me feel things I thought long dead In my dreams I see her face No one could ever take her place In my hy heart that she will always grace She may never love me Because I know the monster that I am But my heart is hers No matter what I may say or do I smile, there is a raw sweetness to it. “I like it, but you aren’t a monster.”

"I made another deal with him. He and his family don't come near you, and he can keep the money and the company. Not that it matters now. I think karma has finally caught up to Sullivan Ricci." She touches my hand. "You gave everything up for me?" I shrug a shoulder. "I guess my priorities have shifted. The Riccis and what they did, how they were to my mother, to me, all those years, it just doesn't matter, O. Revenge and me wasting my life to get it, well, it's not what my mom would have wanted, and besides, I have what I want. What I need. I have you." I touch her cheek, brush hair that's fallen out of her braid back and when she leans her cheek into the palm of my hand, I know I did the r

You are the one that I would die for, So sweet, so smart, so perfect, and more, You are the one I care for most of all, And you're the one who I'll never ever let fall. You are the one that gives my world light, And you're the only guy, who I'd kiss goodnight, The guy who I'll share my life with and all, Because you are the only guy that I'll ever call, My one and only Love . . . . if he is a beast then what I'm? if he is a monster then who I'm? why do I love him still between all these confusion?? finally I'm drifted into sleep I felt something soft on my lips is it a candy I'm biting it but why it is different

'I promise to be a good girl if you do it for me. 'I can't.' I sighed. 'I love toys, I really, really love toys. They bring happiness…' 'Too much happiness,' 'Please, Coco, don't be the monster you are…' 'Ma, tesoro, ti sei già innamorato di questo mostro,' I smirked at her. She rolled her eyes and hit my hand. (But, honey, you've already fallen in love with this monster) 'Coco, be serious here. And quit the Italian.' I rolled my eyes.

How can he be so calm after torturing a man! -You're a bastard! Do you hear me!? You'll pay for everything! -Blah, blah. Okay, I'm a monster, a bastard, but darling, you're the girlfriend of a monster, a bastard, and many other insults you can think of. -Stop saying that I'm your girlfriend. You don't know what love is. I realize I've hit a sensitive point when he rushes towards me. He immobilizes my other hand, placing himself over me. -Hey doll, do you really think everything in this world is rosy? Well, let me tell you, it's not. I don't want to go into too much detail, but I want you to understand me and my actions.

Naomi stepped back and studied her work. “I’m done,” she said, holding out a blue mask. I frowned. “What’s this for?” “You’re the flavour of the evening,” she explained. “Masks make buyers curious. Mystery sells.” I hesitated before slipping it on. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognised myself. The woman staring back looked polished, beautiful even, but distant. The blue mask hid half my face, turning me into someone else. “Good luck,” Naomi said softly. “Tonight, your name is Blue.”