Monster How Should I Feel Novels & Stories

"Yes, I saw." He gasped for air and let it out. "When I was in front of it and hitting the keys...I felt freedom, I felt the overloading happiness. That was the only thing that could put a smile on my face every single day. It served as the light in the darkness, it can organize even my messy head…" He shook his head, blew a sign before speaking again. "My monster disappeared by just striking the notes." "But I realized...I don't deserve to be happy. I don't deserve to feel easy in the middle of Fire Pack's grief. I don't take the light when everybody suffering to dark."

They are intense and heavy with something I can’t name. “Do I have to spell it out?” “Yes, Nero.” "I hate it when you’re defeated." He looks back at Olaf, who chirps happily. "Satisfied?” A lump forms in my throat, choking me. The burner phone feels suddenly heavy in my pocket, dragging me down. This doesn't make sense. He’s a monster. He’s a killer. He shouldn't be feeding my bird and worrying about my sadness. If I’m going to do this, I can’t be easily shaken by him, by this. I can’t.

“Don’t finish that sentence. Your reaction was perfectly normal.” I sighed and enjoyed the feeling of snuggling him as we lay down together. I had wanted to apologize, but his words made me feel better. Shadow monster things aren’t normal. Most people would freak out. I told myself that next time, hopefully there wouldn't be a next time, but if there was, then next time… I would fight. Just how you fight a shadow though, I had no idea.

'' I simply answered. ‘’ Glad you're enjoying,'' he said, and I rolled my eyes. '' Do you mind if I asked about something?'' I asked him, he nods meaning that I can ask if I want, '' When I killed that hunter, I felt my body draining all his energy, and I kinda enjoy it. Shall that mean that I'm a monster like him?'' He did not say anything for a while, and I lost hope of having any sort of answer, but then he answered '' I don't know a thing about what you felt back then, but I know for sure that you are nothing compared to him."

Monster was grabbing me from the behind by my waist by his one hand. ' am I this much light in weight ? ' I wondered in shock . I tried to freed myself from his grip but couldn't .. Why... why... God why he is soo stronger than me !!?. I shivered and shrink whrn his rough hand made contact with my my bare waist . and due to his strong grip on my waist , the waist band is itching on my waist which makes me shout in pain .... "Ahh Mr. Arora leave me my waist is hurting ...leave me " i shout in pain and panic.

she tells my mom with a smile to calm her down, "I think he's connecting with his wolf for the first time. He's probably having his first shift." "Oh," my mom blurts out with big eyes full of excitement, her fear forgotten, "Does your body hurt, do you feel warm inside?" "Yes, I feel like that," I whimper, but I don't feel so worried anymore because they are both smiling as they look at me, "I'll be fine, right?"

I have to have more, but before I get the chance to get what I want, I’m being kicked and sent flying. My body slams into the ground, knocking the wind out of me, but before my opponent can attack, I’m up and moving again, but when I slam into the wolf in front of me this time, I feel something in me shift, and it’s like my power is disappearing completely until I’m left staggering backwards in confusion. ‘Maverick,’ I hear again as the wolf stares at me with pleading eyes. ‘What’s wrong with you?’ What's wrong with me? There’s nothing wrong with me. I’ve never felt so alive in my life, and it’s all because I got to taste the sweet taste of blood, but now that I’ve tasted it, I want more.

Her warmth seeping into my cold bones. "Talk to me." Her hand traces patterns on my chest. "Tell me what you're feeling. Don't hold it in. Don't try to be strong." "I'm feeling like a monster. Like someone who destroys lives. Like I don't deserve you or this pack or anything good." The words spill out. "I keep seeing her face. Hearing her last words. Feeling her die. And I can't make it stop."

There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear. Someone reached out to touch me. It wasn't Kael. It was a softer, warmer touch, checking my eyelids, my pulse. "The Luna is in shock, her heart rate is dropping rapidly!" "We need to stabilize her spirit immediately." "Quick, get the moonstone elixir!" "No! Her wolf is going dormant!" What happened? Were they talking about me? Is my wolf, Selene, dying? I didn't know. I only felt my eyelids getting heavier, so incredibly sleepy.

“You are a werewolf with feelings and a mate. I am your mate and this werewolves in this pack, in danger comes to you before all else.” “Divine werewolves—“ “No, no, mmm.” I shook my head. “There’s no diviness in you. You know why? Because you don’t feel anything. You don’t know why I’m sad, you don’t know why I’m sick.” “You heal all these werewolves whenever necessary, but you have no clue what they are feeling. You have not discovered why they are dying and your MOON GODDESS has not told you as well. So tell me, how divine are you?”