Love And Monsters Novels & Stories

And the shadows seized my wrist, not hers pulling me back violently. She gasped in terror. “I didn’t do that! I didn’t” I struggled, shadows closing around my throat. Rory screamed, voice raw: “STOP! LET HIM GO!” But the shadows did not follow. They followed something new. Something rising inside her. Something not her. Not fully. And she whispered my biggest fear aloud: “What if the monster loves you too?” The shadows dragged me back, choking, as she stared in fear and a second voice whispered from her throat: “He is mine.”

“My baby, my poor baby. I tried to warn you.” “You just wouldn’t listen.” Viktor throws her toward the bed. I try gasping for air. “You see?” Viktor says calmly. “This is what love does. It destroys, corrupts and unleashes the monsters in us all.” “You’re wrong,” I rasp. “Am I? Look at her.” “Take a look at yourself, look at my son bleeding in a cell because he loves you.” “Oh and whose fault is that?, HUH??” “I’d rather die loving him than live under you.”

He supports my weight against the wall, his hands rubbing soothing circles on my back. "We aren't going anywhere, tesoro," he vows. "And we aren't going to die. We're the monsters, remember?" "Monsters die," I say, my voice trembling. "Not us," he promises. "We're too stubborn." He kisses me again. Gently this time. A sweet, lingering pressure that seals the crack in my armor. "Now say it," he whispers against my lips. I close my eyes. I surrender. "I love you," I breathe. "I love all of you."

A love that is real. He took a step nearer again, his face an impeccable mask of sorrow and love. "I know what it feels like to be alone. I know what it feels like to be a monster. I know what it feels like to be a weapon. I know what it feels like to be used." "You are not a monster." "I am. But so are you. You are a monster in the making. And they are going to make you into a monster. They are going to use you until you are a monster. And then they will cast you aside."

"I don’t want to lie to you. I like you, but I’m not sure if that like is enough to call love. I don’t even know if I’m capable of loving someone." His voice was serious and careful as if he had thought deeply about every word. Drunk as I was, I considered his answer for a moment before asking, "Then when will you be able to love me?" "Maybe… tomorrow." And just like that, I was satisfied. Grinning, I dug into my bag and pulled out a hair tie, forcefully looping it around his wrist. Then, in my best attempt at a fierce tone, I ordered, "You’re not allowed to take it off! And you’re definitely not allowed to like anyone else!"

🖱️Victor🖱️ ‘Ok dude… I think… no. I know. I am in love with this soulmate of ours.’ The thought did not come from me. It came from the thing that lived under my skin, the thing that watched and waited and growled when the world got too close. My monster said it calmly, like it was stating a fact everyone else had somehow missed, and the second it did, my chest tightened so hard I had to suck in a breath just to stay upright.

Noa clung to it like it was the only real thing left. “You once told me monsters can love too,” Noa whispered. “But you didn’t say what happens when the people you love are the monsters.” Alessio didn’t answer. He just let his hand trail down Noa’s spine, a gentle possessive stroke. “We become the ones worth loving anyway.”

The way I usually do things. It was unconscious and uncontrollable. She was appetizing, which made my plan difficult. I didn’t think I was going to want her this much. I didn’t think I was going to feel a different emotion other than hate for the enemy. And want was the most dangerous thing a monster like me could feel for a her kind. —-Lydia’s POV—— He shouldn't be in my head. But he is. Like smoke clinging to the lungs, like old blood under fingernails, no matter how many times I try to wash my thoughts clean, he’s still there.

Mira closed her eyes. Summer had started with music through the walls. Now it ended with silence. And sometimes— The scariest monsters aren’t strangers at the door. They’re the ones who once called you family.

“I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know the right order. They didn’t give me language for sorry that wasn’t strategy. I’m on your friend’s floor because standing made me look like I was in command, and I’m not. You fired me. You should have. You looked at me in that kitchen like I was a stranger who used your bed. You were right to. I still came here because a week in your empty house was as long as I could stand. I'm so in love with you. I’d rather you shut the door in my face than let you keep thinking the only true thing I said was that you meant nothing.” Cassian’s eyes moved over my face. “You’re in love?” “I tried to ignore it and I failed. I’m not good at the word. I’m saying it an