Monster How Should I Feel Novels & Stories

I confessed, telling him what I had been going through. “You know what, Jax? We shouldn’t feel what we are not supposed to. Mates, bonds, marking, all of this is supposed to exist for werewolves not us humans.” Chuckling dryly, I shook my head in disappointment. Those feelings were blinding me, they shouldn’t be manifested in the first place. “We- I shouldn't feel this way. This is all wrong. I wanted all of it to stop.” Whispering, expressing my frustration, I turned to Jax who only returned compassionate glances at me.

I formed my hands into fists, and my jaw flexed. I hate the feeling of helplessness!! A second later, he grabbed my neck and pulled me into a kiss. But immediately I shoved his chest as hard as I could and stepped back. “Get off! Don’t touch me!” I yelled. My body was shaking with anger and anxiety at the same time. No one had ever tried to take off my clothes against my will. No one had ever forced me. But this man was a monster. How could he force himself on me? No one could touch me without my permission! I would never let it happen.

Shock floods my body so suddenly that I feel dizzy. What kind of monsters would do this? The girls look young. Too young. Fear and disbelief swirl through my mind as I take a few steps forward, my eyes moving from one chained girl to another. The sight makes my stomach turn. My hands slowly curl into fists at my sides. Because beneath the shock something else begins to rise inside me. Anger. Raw. Wild. It spreads through my chest like fire, burning hotter with every second I stand there looking at them. The wolf inside me stirs instantly.

I tried to catch the ground with my claws until something pierced my skin, and it held me from falling down the hill. And then, Hedore I know it; I was pulled back up with the metal. It is poisonous. I can feel its burns, as it acts like acid on my skin. It burns greatly, and I am not screaming. Rather, I am filled with such anger that it makes pain get scared of me. I am not doing this anymore. "Never!" Screans the Mu monster at me. In this moment, he is very pissed, and he would do anything to these species, so that is what he plans.

I said crossing my arms and legs as I lean my back on the sofa. “Then how do you feel?” Scar asked with concern. “Nothing! I’m a human what the heck do you expect me to feel? It just feels so uncomfortable and making me vomit in disgust” I lied. But the truth is It feels like I’m dying inside, for no reason why am I feeling this way? Is it possible for a werewolf to mate with a human? “You are joking right?” Scar asked in disbelief not convinced with my reasons. “Then what do you want me to feel? Hurt? Cry? Come on that is so lame for a lady to do besides this isn't the end world"

I then walked up to Krewe and looked up into his eyes. "Look, this is new for me. My body aches, and my head hurts. What might be normal to you is not so normal to me. This is freaking me out. I've only read about beasts like this in stories. The stories make us believe we're monsters. So here I am, trying to accept the fact that I'm a monster, walking with another monster, trying to decifer if this is all real," Tears started to flow down my cheeks. I didn't want him to see me like this, but I couldn't hold them back anymore.

I wailed. “No, baby, a monster would not feel remorse. You are anything but. Even after all that you heard and everything he did to you, you still feel guilty for giving him his just dessert. That is not a monster, that is a Goddess. You little wolf are a Goddess” he spoke with such confidence and conviction it was hard not to trust his words. I slowly started to calm down and after a while my breathing normalised. “Did I hurt you?” I asked softly, “When I pushed you back”

Hurt over Hermonies death. Liquid builds and drop from it. Numerous tears droplets flow freely and non stop down my chins. They ruin my face but I care less. Thsts my least worry. My major trouble is my dead sister. She's a lifeless corpse. Such really is traumatizing. It also is akward and unfamiliar to view an alpha. The most powerful werewolf specie weep but I also care less. Am unborthered. Mom already orders a first aider. She sure believes Hermonie is yet dead.

What I am feeling is not fear, more likely uncertainty. I mean first of all why me? Why do I have to be some kind of a chosen one? - Chosen to do what Jessica? - See? That is what I am talking about. There must something bigger I am supposed to do. - What makes you say that? - Think about it. I am being chased by monsters, if I get mad enough I can kill an army of them. And that is now because before I was so helpless that someone else

All of a sudden, I feel like I truly belong with this pint-sized ferocious werewolf next to me. Holy shit! What is wrong with me?