Love And Monsters Novels & Stories

As I walked through the hallway that led to the exit of the building, the monsters were all clinging to different corners, whispering and sneering. "I'm glad she's finally leaving." "I never really liked her." "Ugh! I wish I had killed her last night." "I hate her." "I want her to die." These were the awful words spilling out of their mouths. They hated me, even when I didn't do anything wrong. Are they trying to say that they hate every human living in Velmora? A splash of cold, filthy water crashed over me, soaking my hair and clothes. The monsters began to laugh. I looked over to where the stinky water had splashed from, and I saw Lyra smirking from the stairwell, her hand on the rail.

“You made one mist ake tonight, Romano.” “Oh?” “You assumed love makes men weak.” I leaned slightly closer, voice deadly calm. “But men like me?” I smiled coldly. “We become monsters when someone touches what we love.”

I whispered as the sun began to peek over the FUTO horizon, painting the campus in shades of rose and gold. He looked at me, and for the first time in fifty-five chapters, the shadows were gone from his eyes. He leaned in, kissing me with a softness that made the world stand still. It wasn't a kiss of desperation; it was a kiss of peace. "It's over, Elara," he whispered against my lips. "The Monster is dead. Only the man is left."

Instead, I kiss her forehead and say, “I’m going to try harder than I’ve ever tried anything.” It’s enough. She throws her arms around my neck and holds on, and I hold her back, memorizing the weight of her, the smell of her hair, the way she trusts me to fix everything. “I love you,” I whisper into her hair. “No matter what.” “I love you too,” she mumbles into my neck. “Don’t let the monsters get you.” I smile, even though it hurts. “I’m the monster now, bug.” I leave before I can change my mind.

A monster. Few minutes ago, he had left his home in order to purchase medicine for his sick mother and had accidentally run into a horrifying scene. His maths teacher had just murdered one of his classmates with a knife. Instinctively, he'd fled from the spot, afraid that his teacher was going to kill him next. But now, he was sure that he was going to get killed since he'd failed to escape.

“Porsche naman. Hindi na mabiro. Balik na nga lang ako sa pagiging Pambansang Bestfriend ulit. Pa-kiss nga ako.” Life is hard and scary so you need someone by your side, whether that someone is your friend, family, partner or all of them. So is love, kaya ang love ay hindi puwede sa mga taong duwag dahil ang takot ay ginagawa nilang excuse pero ang totoo ay tamad silang mag-effort mag-take ng risk, at ipakita ang sincerity nila para sa kanilang minamahal. -OH MY END!- Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

Wondering why am I being chased by a monster. I laughed at my thought. “Got ya!” Shit, I didn’t realize I stopped running. I rolled my eyes at him and went inside our room. As we sat in our place, he looked at me, smiling. “Thank you for making me smile today. I’m having a bad day but thanks to you, I’m now fine.” He said, still smiling. “Oh yeah, thank you for ruining my mood today. I’m having a good day but thanks to you, I’m not fine.” I mimicked his words changing them to my perspective. I rolled my eyes after that and he just laughed again.

i smile and he touches the tip of my nose and then whispers in my ear. "I will never stop loving you!" "And I'm crazy about the monster that took my heart forever.I love you. Come on, kiss me! Thank heaven for such love, it can't be compared to any sweetness. It filled my heart with living energy. I need it as a piece of happiness. We are two angels, but no, two demons who will never stop loving each other . The end.

He titled his head, the monster showed up, "Sorry love, but i gotta hurt you one last time." Before i forget, me loves ya all ❤️

He was blinded by lust and anger. 'He would never forgive himself, she had even called him a monster. Yes that's what I am, I'm a monster and I deserve to suffer ' Chris kept thinking to himself. Then he heard his name being called, it's sounded like his mother's voice. And then he heard his father's voice too, and then Grace's voice, granny too. ' What are you all doing here? Did you all die too?' Chris thought, only then did he realize that he was still alive. A wave of anger, and frustration flooded through him. But he was too weak to react, and he fell back to sleep