Love And Monsters Novels & Stories

Rowen demanded in his powerful voice and she stared at him with rage-filled eyes. "I, Lauren Monroe, as your mate, accept your rejection." She managed to speak up with much difficulty but didn't let her tears take over her self-respect. Soon she watched her ex-mate leaving the room with his new Mate. Finding no one to be the spectator, her legs collapsed to the floor, and her right hand clutched her chest; her heart was paining with agony. Love is such a strange thing, if it happens with the right person, it becomes medicine and if it happens with the wrong person then it becomes a lifetime of pain.

(Kelly giggles, and embraces her Mum) (The Next Morning) Good morning Mum. Hi honey, sleep well? Not really. My room still looks, smells, and the bed, pretty small. Oh honey, I'm truly sorry. We didn't have time to get a new bed. It's okay Mum, I'm simply happy to be home, to spend more time with you and Dad (Maggie smiles). What are you making Mum? Banana pancakes. Yummy! Can I ask you a question? Sure, go ahead. What do you know about Globetech Group? Not much honey, just that they arrived into town five years ago, and their entrance into town brought huge changes to Middleville. It truly opened up the town. Investors started trooping in from everywhere, creating new schools, hospitals, pa

She was the reason they were dead! “Both.” She didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. “Love makes monsters of us all, dear. You’ll understand that soon enough. With Korvax trapped … well, it’s like my own little love nest. He has needs and I am there to fill them.” The truth of everything realigned in my mind like tumblers clicking into place. The lycan civil war. The split factions. The near-extinction of the Asena wolves. The centuries of conflict and bloodshed and conspiracy. All of it, every thread, led back to one being.

His lips found the mark on her wrist—the bond made visible—and pressed a kiss to it. "I love you," he murmured. "Not as possession. As partner. As home." She smiled in the darkness, her hand covering his. "I love you too. Even when you're a monster." "Especially then?" "Especially then." She turned in his arms to face him, her silver eyes soft. "Because that monster listens. That monster grows. That monster is mine." He kissed her forehead, a benediction. "Always." Outside, the moon continued its arc, indifferent to the dramas below. But in this room, in this moment, two sovereigns had redefined their borders—and found them stronger than before.

"Well, the cat is out of the bag now, so there's no reason for me to keep the brat. And you had better leave my house the next time I see you!" Stan burst into tears right then. "Don't you see?! Oliver doesn't love you anymore! That's why he did this! Only I truly love you now—I don't care about anything else, I just want to be with you! Are you seriously choosing him after he thoroughly humiliated you?!" "Shut up! You don't get to talk to me like that!" Claire shrieked, cutting him short. "There's no reason for us to see each other anymore. I'll find Oliver and bring him home!"

“I know enough.” “Do you?” She tilted her head, her dark hair falling against her cheek. “You think you’re surviving him, Serena. That’s what you tell yourself, isn’t it? That you’re waiting for the right moment, the right crack in his walls.” The sound of my heart thudded in my ears. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Emilia’s gaze was too steady, too knowing. “Monsters can love too,” she said, her voice low. “They can hold you, kiss you, worship you with a devotion that feels like salvation. But don’t mistake it for gentleness. A monster’s love will still devour you.”

She tilted her head, a question in her eyes. I understood. What is this between us now? After everything? It was the only truth that mattered. And I had to voice it for both of us, for the entire room to hear. I took a deep, shuddering breath. “The truth is,” I said, my eyes locked on hers, “we’re all monsters now. But you and me… we’re monsters who know each other’s taste. We’re bound. Not by love, or hate, but by the absolute bottom we found together. And that’s a bond none of them will ever understand.”

I looked between them — Atlas steady as ever, Hunter still grinning like he'd won something bigger than a skate race — and felt, for the first time in longer than I could remember, like nothing about my life needed explaining to anyone anymore. "Let the world call us monsters," Atlas said quietly, watching the last of the porch lights flicker against the dark. "As long as you remember who you belong to."

“That is why I always want to stay by your side. No matter how hard I try, I cannot get you out of my mind. I think about you more than I should.” He paused, his eyes fixed on mine. “I love you, Lisa.” I stared at him, completely speechless. I had never expected to hear those words from Damon. Not from him, and certainly not at a time like this. My heart began pounding wildly against my chest, beating so hard that it felt as though it might burst out of me. Damon lowered his gaze. “You may not feel the same way about me,” he said quietly. “I know what I am. I’m a monster.”

Peace doesn't belong to men like me. They call me a monster now. A zealot. Maybe I am. But monsters don't bury their siblings. Monsters don't weep for what was stolen from them. Monsters took my family away from me. I'm just returning the favor. And Hope... I thought she was different. I saw her as something to protect. Someone I could save. Maybe even someone that I could some day care about, if I still had anything left inside me to give after all of this was over and done with. But she chose him. She chose a monster over her own kind. She let him touch her. Let him whisper to her. Let him claim her as his own. If that's what love means to her, then love is just another type of poison. A w