Monster In Love Novels & Stories

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

"No way! I will never marry Dexter! A loser like him could never be worthy of me. I was born to be on top!" She glanced at Mom. "By the way, where's Hazel? Didn't she come back? Well, it makes sense. If I'd married a loser like Dexter, I wouldn't dare either." As soon as she said that, someone called out for Mom. "Mrs. Spencer! Hazel asked me to tell you that she left with Dexter. Don't worry about her." The messenger handed Mom several boxes of gifts and shoved a bulky envelope into her hands before rushing off. When Mom opened it, she found dollar bills inside, which added up to roughly one thousand dollars. The letter inside nearly knocked her off her feet.

Her eyes closed as her body tightened. Monster felt her response and smiled. His size had never failed to please the ladies but now he only wanted to please her. He felt her tighten her grip on his cock even tighter and he almost lost it then but he dug in deeper and harder. Then when she flew over the top, he lasted a few more deep strokes before he exploded inside her. He roared when he came as this woman had entirely captured him and a moment later, he rested his head against hers. “That was freakin’ unbelievable,” he whispered.

He supports my weight against the wall, his hands rubbing soothing circles on my back. "We aren't going anywhere, tesoro," he vows. "And we aren't going to die. We're the monsters, remember?" "Monsters die," I say, my voice trembling. "Not us," he promises. "We're too stubborn." He kisses me again. Gently this time. A sweet, lingering pressure that seals the crack in my armor. "Now say it," he whispers against my lips. I close my eyes. I surrender. "I love you," I breathe. "I love all of you."

“I’m not a good person, Kira, i am a fucking monster.” “You think I haven’t known monsters? I was kidnapped when I was sixteen. My fiancé cheated on me. My sister betrayed me. My father doesn’t give a damn if I’m alive or dead. So don’t talk to me about monsters. I’ve lived with them. I’ve survived them. And you. Adrian…you’re not one of them.” I stepped closer. “You might think you are,” I said, my voice low. “And I guess that makes you my monster. And contrary to what you might think… I care about you. No—I think I love you. I think I love you so much it hurts.”

I said in a low voice. “Mum, when did you get rid of the monster?” Violet asked again. “It’s been quite a while. It happened on the day of our wedding,” I said. “So the Monsters showed up at the wedding and stopped it?” Violet’s eyebrows went up. “Well, apple, the process is quite long. You’ll get it when you find your partner,” I whispered. “The monster came to Ethereal Hunters because it smelled a pheromone that made it smell sweet and anxious. But don’t worry, if werewolves weren’t so greedy, monsters like that wouldn’t exist anymore.”

Rowen demanded in his powerful voice and she stared at him with rage-filled eyes. "I, Lauren Monroe, as your mate, accept your rejection." She managed to speak up with much difficulty but didn't let her tears take over her self-respect. Soon she watched her ex-mate leaving the room with his new Mate. Finding no one to be the spectator, her legs collapsed to the floor, and her right hand clutched her chest; her heart was paining with agony. Love is such a strange thing, if it happens with the right person, it becomes medicine and if it happens with the wrong person then it becomes a lifetime of pain.

“Mommies and daddies sometimes stop loving each other, but it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.” “Father hates me,” Monster hissed. “He wants me dead, but he can’t kill me.” He let out a deranged high-pitched little chuckle that turned my stomach to ice. “The Moon Goddess will strike him down. She told me so.” I nodded. Monster plopped himself on the bed next to me. “He sent a man,” he said again. “What did the man do?” I repeated the question.

“You think you can just slide into his space, take what belongs to the Chika Whitmore line, and play the loyal pet?” Driscoll’s voice was a low growl, vibrating with pure werewolf malice as he cornered Malik Arden by the heavy oak doors. “That seat was reserved for the true mate of the Dominion’s heir, not a scavenging stray looking for scraps from Lucien’s plate.”

“Jesus. Valentina.” Our kisses are no more than a colliding of lips and tongues and teeth. He’s more animal than man, wild and feral, my Nicholas. He shifts both hands to my ass cheeks and watches me as he brushes his fingers over my tight hole. I moan, my clit rubbing against him with each thrust. When he pushes his finger into my back hole, I cry out, coming hard, harder than I’ve ever come before. In the periphery of all that blood pounding against my ears, I hear him call out my name as his fingers dig into my cheeks, and his cock pulses inside me. His mouth is still on mine when I feel his release, feel him come inside me, and all I can think is I have him inside me now and I know this