Married To A Monster Novels & Stories

My mouth opens and closes like a fish before I lick my lips, tasting caramel on them, and I realise my lip has healed. “I … I’m feeling a little unwell,” I tell him, trying to walk around him. I can feel his eyes on me as he had wraps around my waist, making my heart skip a beat. I don’t understand these reactions to him. He’s the monster. How can I marry a monster? My head screams at me. I need a plan. I can’t marry that thing! “After you have eaten something,” he whispers in my ear, making my stomach knot and I find myself moving towards the chair. He pushes me in but not before binding one of my hands to the chair as if he knows I am already plotting my escape.

My voice betrayed me; it cracked. He moved closer, his presence looming behind me. “That no one is irreplaceable.” The words pierced deeper than any knife. For a second I thought I would choke on the air. I wanted to scream at him, cry, throw something, slap his face so hard, but all I did was whisper, “You’re a monster.” He let out a short chuckle. “And yet, you married me.” I wanted to scream at him, cry, throw something, slap his face so hard, but all I did was whisper, “You’re a monster.”

My back collided with the closed door, causing me to wince and whimper as the impact aggravated the half-healed cuts on my bare back. He observed my discomfort, his eyes narrowing as he took in my pained expression “Did they hurt you when they were bringing you here?” he asked, his tone edged with accusation. I shook my head, words still eluding me. His expression softened, and he began to speak in a more casual manner “I know you are his wife. I saw your wedding photos. You seemed incredibly happy, a strange contrast considering you were marrying a monster” he mused “It’s fascinating that even monsters can find women who love them as deeply as you appeared to in those photos”

“I am still married to Dante and by curse. I am his fated mate. There has not been any separation or divorce between the two of us. If he storms this place and demands to take me away he has the right to. Nothing will stop him, and if the priestess at the temple should intervene, he is going to be favoured. You see why. I even want you to keep this condition of mine a secret. Don't tell anybody that I have woken up from the coma. At least until we are settled enough.” My brain worked perfectly this time and I would have said it was because the name of the dreadful monster was mentioned. My sister was right; she was still married to the monster, and he still had every right to her. “Do you kn

"So you came here bathed in her blood? Too bad. I should have stayed in the capital to watch it…" "Harriet–" Liam gripped Harriet's shoulders. "You need to get away from me. I am a monster—" Harriet fell back in tears she thought had dried up. She laughed and cried at the same time. "Oh, Milord, I already knew that when I married you," she whispered. Liam's eyes went wide. He knew that Harriet had accepted him as a monster, and married him in a life far from normal. But why… when he showed her that he was a vicious monster who could kill the mate he should love with his own two hands, did Harriet look… relieved?

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

"Gabriel agreed to let you go, but on one condition. You'll have a nausea chip implanted. This chip will release random electrical pulses 24 hours a day, triggering vomiting at unpredictable times. If you can endure it for five years, Gabriel will let you off." My mother's eyes went wide with fury. "That damn kid! I'm his mother. How could he do this to me?" The doctor gave a quiet laugh. "You don't know? Gabriel already severed all legal ties with you. To him now, you're just an enemy." When my mother woke up from the anesthesia, aside from a slight soreness in her throat, she didn't feel anything unusual. She let out a few dismissive laughs. "It's just a chip. What's the big deal? You're a

Who the fuck knows? “This? This isn’t the way this is going to work.” I rip the paper in half before her eyes. Her mouth drops open, gaze shifting from that scrap of paper up to me. “This, you can have,” I say, holding out the part about letting her go once this is over. She snatches it. “But this?” I rip the other half again, the part that says I won’t touch her—because I will touch her, and we will consummate our union. “This marriage cannot be contested. This won’t work.”

"Why are you fleeing in a wedding dress on your wedding day?" I stared at him. Wasn't it obvious? "I can't marry a stranger," I said. "I can't marry someone I don't know. I can't marry..." I paused. "You're a..." "Monster," he completed. I flinched. "Yes. That. Everyone says you're a monster. That you killed your uncle. That you bury people alive. That you—" He laughed. It was a real laugh. Deep and warm. Like he found the whole situation absurd.

I made a plan that night to end her. The next night my parents had a big important party with some of my father’s clients from work. I knew that Rose would be over. When she arrived my mother kissed my forehead and left with my father. The sun hadn’t set yet so I asked Rose to go for a walk with me. She agreed and we took off into the woods behind my house. I got ahead of her and then made her think she had lost me. While she frantically looked for me I snuck behind her. I found a large piece of wood and crept up behind her. She heard the brush below my feet break as I approached her and quickly turned around. I then unleashed the Monster inside me. It was brutal and very sloppy. I honestly