Monster How Should I Feel Novels & Stories

They felt like a brand. But as I touched the cold stones, I realized the most terrifying part of the night: When Julian’s hands were on me, I hadn't wanted him to stop. I had wanted the Monster to hold me until the world disappeared.

he smiles weakly, "she's safe." I can't move, because if I do, I'll pass out. Everything now seems so dark, so weary. I hate that feeling I get right after helping the monsters, the feeling of complete and utter helplessness. I always see, in moments like this, my father with his red eyes staring into my soul, sneering as he stabs a knife into my heart.

Keeping my cool in front of them is getting harder. But here's the weird thing… Since I rejected him, I should be shattered. It’s what every werewolf feels after rejecting their mate—pain. Emptiness. Total emotional collapse. But I don’t feel that. Instead, I feel free. Relieved. And that’s what scares me most. I didn’t even realize how deep I’d wandered into the forest until the sun started dipping behind the trees. I turned to head back—then tripped and fell. I gasped.

Do you understand what I’m feeling at this moment, My Hero Monster? I hope that you’ll come back to me again, to chase after me again, to approach me first, to come closer and closer to me again. And I’ll just drown and sink myself into that cozy, comfortable, protecting and intoxicating hug of yours. I don’t want to be trapped, caught and stuck in the middle like this. This really makes me so hard to breathe, really makes me tremendously restless and uneasy.

I sit alone in the empty boardroom with the smell of coffee and fear still hanging in the air and Richard Lord's tipped chair still lying on the floor. I press my palm flat against my chest. My heart pounds. My skin burns. And the ugliest part, the part that makes me lock my thighs and shut my eyes and force air through my nose, is that he was right. I'm not horrified. I'm not disgusted. I'm turned on. Monster. Absolute monster. I just watched him swallow a man whole, and the first word that surfaced in my head wasn't run. It was mine. That word circled back as he walked out the door. Not terror. Not disgusted. Mine. Like I wanted to claim the victory as my own. Like I'm becoming something w

All this questions ran through my fuzzy mind and the unexpected happened. I feel this unimagined strength come upon me and I pushed the monster, it unexpectedly landed in a thud faraway from me. I didn't know how or when it happened, all I know is that I don't feel pain anymore, Instead I feel powerful. I walked to the monster making eye contact with it "BOW TO ME!!" I said my voice coming out very thick. And what surprised me the most even in that state was it obeyed.......

I didn’t know how to reply to her. I thought my life was so terrible. But sometimes I feel confused about myself. When Dad gets angry, I can feel a tightness all over my body. I don’t know what it is, I’m confused about it. The tightness wasn’t like the tightness when my mate made love to another Beta. It's more than horrible. I thought I could read the emotions of other werewolves. “Hey, freak. I told you to make another cup of mocha chino. Then what are you doing?”

I took a moment to gather my thoughts before responding to Riabhel's question. "It has been a whirlwind of emotions and adjustments," I admitted. "Discovering that I am a werewolf and embracing my true nature has been both shocking and overwhelming. At times, it's still hard to believe that I have this incredible power within me. But with Kazimir and Kallum's support, and our pack, I've been able to navigate through it."

I took a deep breath and shouted, "Let them go!" The monster laughed, and its loud voice made the ground shake. My parents were struggling to get free, but the monster was too strong, he hit my mother in her head, "Aaaaah." she cried out in pain, and my dad looked at me with a desperate expression. I felt a surge of anger and fear, I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to act fast. I looked at my mom, and something inside me changed, "what's happening to me." I thought.

I can see uncertainty flickering within his honey-eyes and something resembling hope. “Do you think I’m a monster?” He asks in a pained voice. “As the alpha of my pack, I heal way quicker than a normal werewolf,” A dry laugh comes out of his lips. He looks disgusted, and it blows my mind when I realize his face speaks of someone who hates themselves. “I’m a monster...”