Monster In Love Novels & Stories

“I will not be a whore for a motorcycle club or anyone else for that matter.” He finally slowed his laughter and grabbed her upper arms. “We aren’t like that. We don’t even have fluff bunnies around here. Most of us seem to be the one woman kind.” “Most of you?” Monster nodded. “I never found a woman that fit me well enough or made me feel the way you do.” Abrupt like, he crushed her lips under his own and his blood heated as he took her mouth. His heart began pounding in his chest as he lowered her enough to rub his cock against her core. He groaned when he felt how wet she was.

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.”

Alex wanted to play the game of softness with the monster but he did not know to what calamitous spot he was stepping into. He has no choice either. Amara is the love of his life. He needed to save her by any means and he wasn't going to run away from his responsibilities. For a few moments there was no speech heard. Alex stared at Amara, a non-verbal communication was going on between them which stated it was his losing battle to save her. Finally when he was about to give up, the monster spoke to him. "Okay, I grant you your wish. For six months till next full moon day exactly on the same day I will take back my princess. Till then I will not disturb you during your privacy in the bedroom

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.

Red eyes locked onto me with terrifying focus. There was no recognition there. No love. No bond. Just instinct. I tried to crawl back, dragging myself across the dirt, hands trembling. “You don’t want to do this,” I said weakly, shaking my head. “Raiden, please. Look at me. It’s me.” Nothing. Not even a flicker. In movies, this is where the monster hesitates. This is where love wins. Reality? It did no shit. He lunged. Everything slowed.

“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.

“My life is the stories I tell. And I want this story to be free.” Suddenly, the ground shook. The Paper Monster had crash-landed in the park—now twenty feet tall, a twisting mass of sharp paper and black ink. “The script must be finished!” the monster bellowed. He lunged for the Woman. Maya jumped in the way, and the silver locket flared with purple light. She raised it and a shield of energy blocked the monster’s path. “Go! Write the ending!” Maya yelled back. The Woman dropped to the grass, grabbed her pen, and started writing. Her hand shook, but her eyes were firm.

“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