Monster How Should I Feel Novels & Stories

The feeling felt so foreign that I didn’t know how to handle it. Up until now, I didn’t feel. I moved through life with the motions, and had managed to shut off my feelings. It was safe to say I didn’t have a heart. I had been called a monster countless times, but hearing her call me that, it felt different. Different in a way that I didn’t want to be that, anymore. But a monster was who I was. I didn’t know how to be anything else. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my beta, Jason, entering the study without knocking. I glared at him as he plopped down in the chair in front of my desk, a look of amusement on his face.

I hate how it doesn’t sound like a joke. Because that’s the problem with monsters— Sometimes they’re the only ones who see you clearly. And they use it to their advantage. I don't even know why I'm not screaming and crashing tf out right now.

I just shortened the path to the God they always wanted to meet. — You’re…— I stop, unable to find a word that fits. — A monster? I exhale. — Crazy. He smirks. — I think I prefer monster. And suddenly, fear spreads inside me like a weed. Not of Samiel. Of myself. Because I called him a monster — but right now, the satisfaction burning in me at the thought of those priests dying such a cruel death feels just as monstrous as the man who killed them.

But tonight, under the crimson glare of the Blood Moon, the stone seemed to hum with a dormant, red energy. "Tonight, we welcome a new generation of warriors to our ranks!" Marcus shouted, raising his arms. "Tonight, the spirit of the wolf wakes within our children!" A roar of applause erupted from the stands. The sound vibrated in my chest, making my heart hammer against my ribs. I felt like an imposter. I did not feel the spirit of the wolf. I felt only the cold and the gnawing dread that had lived in my gut since my eighteenth birthday last week.

Bare skin to bare skin. Noa gasped. The touch was electric. Burning. “Get off” “You’re starving for this.” Noa shoved him. Alessio caught his wrist. Pulled him flush. “Let go.” “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this.” Noa tried. Couldn’t. Alessio’s breath fanned hot over his cheek. “I feel everything when I’m near you,” he whispered. “Things I don’t feel for anyone else.” “You can’t feel anything,” Noa said. “You’re a monster.”

My heart feels like lead, plummeting into my abdomen, and I start to feel queasy. Because the only thing worse than feeling like a monster is having someone else believe you are one, too.

I can feel the electricity in my stomach, I was moaning, and my hands automatically reached his pants. He grabbed my hands, "slow down, tigeress," he said.

, he apologized, understanding the learned context I learned from that very book. " Temptations are a snare for teenagers, adolescents, and adults. The feelings are like time. It will surely pass away. As for the time, no one knows", I said as he hugged me. "Thank you for not giving up on me and yourself. You are my hero", he said and I chuckled. " Thank you. I think we should keep our physical distance to a minimum", I managed to say as he released me from his embrace. We kept talking that very night and I must confess it was one of the best nights in my life. I realized feelings are just a passing phase, with time I believe the whole trauma of my life will disappear. As long as I keep cont

Bringing my legs closer to my chest, I tilted my head up and shut my eyes close. At this point, I had no idea what I was doing with my life—getting drunk in a club, alone and miserable. Instead of not feeling anything, I felt . . . everything. Every ounce of guilt, worry, grief, and loneliness. Perhaps this was all part of being a werewolf: all emotions were heightened. I hated it. I didn’t feel like myself anymore.

She steps back, already turning away, but not before adding, “And you will be invaluable.” Mae looks at me then, eyes bright and overwhelmed. “So… fire, regret, and peace.” I manage a small smile. “Sounds about right.” As we shoulder our bags and prepare to leave, I can’t shake the feeling that whatever we were before—girls searching for answers—no longer exists. We didn’t just become monsters. We became something else entirely.