Im A Monster Novels & Stories

"You're a monster." He laughed, his eyes cold. "Maybe," he said. "But I'm the monster who has you right where he wants you." "We'll see about that," I said, my jaw set. "You can take away my freedom but you’ll never get the love I have for Damian. Ever. You want everything he has, but not one of those things wants you back. Just like when you were a kid. No one fucking wants you because you are a monster. A sick twisted pathetic excuse for a human being. You can't control the world around you. You can't make it bow down to your every whim. You're a joke. An insect. And you will always be alone."

I'm talking different because when I get well and truly pissed I turn into a vicious monster. I'm not talking a kiddie monster like the one that creeps under your bed while you are sleeping or chooses to hide in your closet. I'm the type that you cant get away from. I travel through space and time. If I want you, I will have you. I have the powers of invisibility on my side, and you will never see me coming. There is no one that can catch me because I can poof away at the drop of a hat. If that doesn't scare you than the thousands of scars on my body and my size definitely will. But who cares about that shit anyway. Looks aren't everything.

HAHAHAHA YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME HAHAH I CAN I CAN YOU CAN DO NOTHING BUT FOLLOW ME.HAHA There's something I can do, I'll find a way. HAHAHAHA..........

Everything is beeping and screeching, and drool is coming out of my mouth. I'm exhausted from getting shot twice, but my healing process is taking care of it already. I'm. A. Monster. While turning into a prisoner sucks, part of me doesn't want Amelia to find out just how much of a freak I am. If she sees me surviving getting shot, then who knows what might happen.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

And that terrified him. Kristen had looked at him like he was more than a monste, like he was a good man. And deep down, he believed her. But belief is dangerous. It makes you soft. And softness is fatal in his world. Carlo collapses into a chair, overwhelmed. He’s a feared man, a killer. But now he’s haunted by the memory of Kristen’s breathless gasp, the warmth of her skin, and the sound of her crying behind a locked door.

, he barked. I smiled, "Listen Dad, I'm a monster alright, and the only thing that tames this monster is Lexy, and she's not here, so I can single handedly kill you and everyone here right now if I want to, you know I can, you know the monster you created, you know what this monster can do, don't tempt me dad".

No matter how things turned out, I already accepted what I had done and if I was meant to do more, I will. I will because that is what I am. No one needs to remind me how monster I am. Because I know. I fucking know. No one knows about the man lurking behind my skin other than myself and them. That’s why I am part of the Tri-Alpha. This monster belongs to Tri-Alpha.

Her upper and lower teeth were chattering uncontrollably. This person… thing before her… was a monster! How could a human possibly fight a monster? And why did such a monster even exist? The apocalypse was already bad enough—why did monsters have to appear too? "What exactly are you?" Christina roared, summoning the last of her courage. Number 114 thought for a moment. "I am… a monster your dad created." "Ah—!" Christina screamed as the woman plunged a fruit knife into her body, pushing it in inch by inch. The pain made tears stream down her face.

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.