I'm Friends With The Monsters Novels & Stories

" 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗯𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. "Don't ever call yourself a monster. You're not a monster. You're Zannicus. My Zannicus. I love you and I always will. Don't forget that." � �𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀.

Matt The woman was killing me. Killing. Me. Dead. If it wasn't the strike-me-now bartender/musician side of her personality taking up all available retail space in my head, her sweater-wearing, endearing, generous side managed to complete the task. One minute she was my best friend, making me laugh until I required a respirator, the next she was taking me inside her body with reckless abandon and...making me require a respirator.

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 .

She steps back, already turning away, but not before adding, “And you will be invaluable.” Mae looks at me then, eyes bright and overwhelmed. “So… fire, regret, and peace.” I manage a small smile. “Sounds about right.” As we shoulder our bags and prepare to leave, I can’t shake the feeling that whatever we were before—girls searching for answers—no longer exists. We didn’t just become monsters. We became something else entirely.

“Now.” Up until this moment, I hadn't even realized that I wasn't the only one in the room. I jumped, clutching the sheet to my chest. Enzo was still on the bed beside me. I hadn't even realized anyone was still here. I peeked around, the other two were gone. To the office I guessed. "It’s my friend," I answered in a hoarse voice. “She's probably worried about…”

Living their normal lives. What I feel for Cielo is friendship, I think. It's two kids growing up together like we did. He's not the one I wake in the middle of the night reaching for. He's not the one that makes my stomach twist and turn with an ache so powerful, I think I will die of it.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

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

"You're crazy. You're a monster." I take a step toward him. He flinches. The phone falls again. I pick it up. I look at his terrified face—the face of my best friend, the face of someone who thought he knew me. "I'm not a monster," I say. "I'm just someone who gets lonely. And every few years, I need a new best friend." Mark understands. I see it in his eyes—the moment when he realizes that he is not leaving this room. That the smell under my bed has claimed another victim. That Joe was not the end. Joe was only the beginning.

Just as I am marveling at yet another amazing thing our gifts can do, a loud roar breaks me from my thoughts. All of the monsters have charged at my friends. They break connections with each other to fight or protect themselves, but I can still feel them. “I can protect you, keep fighting, we are all together now.” I shout through the mindlink and for the first time since we have been here I can hear someone call back, “Damn, I didn’t know how much head space our wolves took up, it’s quiet in here without all the chatter.”