Monsterly Yours 소설 & 이야기

"The monster was supposed to own me." Fuck me, no.

I want to see who I am going to have fun with this year. “Julia Kate is going to Washington. And they bring Olivia Holt...” Gary begins to read. “...I hope she's sexy. I cross my arms and take a deep breath. Hoping for-. Mario leaves and another idiot comes blah blah blah. I'm not interested." He lowered his finger to the bottom. "Kenya Burt leaves and instead of her comes... Daniela Monroe from Knoxville. Wow, she has good grades. Excellent. Maybe she's a nerd, you know: glasses, baggy clothes and stuff. Wade laughed.

Alessio rasped against his lips. Noa’s breath hitched. “I’m” “Say it.” “I’m fuck I’m yours.” “That’s all I care about.” His hands slid under Noa’s shirt, pressing against the bruises, the stitches, like he needed to own every broken piece before the world tore them apart. Noa’s gasp cracked in his throat. “We’re monsters.” “Then let’s be monsters together.” They devoured each other, tearing at buttons, dragging desperate moans from each other’s mouths, clawing past the blood and the lies, needing something real.

The way I usually do things. It was unconscious and uncontrollable. She was appetizing, which made my plan difficult. I didn’t think I was going to want her this much. I didn’t think I was going to feel a different emotion other than hate for the enemy. And want was the most dangerous thing a monster like me could feel for a her kind. —-Lydia’s POV—— He shouldn't be in my head. But he is. Like smoke clinging to the lungs, like old blood under fingernails, no matter how many times I try to wash my thoughts clean, he’s still there.

Eric said while smirking at Rose. Her dad, Mr. Caden Carter looked at Amy and Rose and said "You two ladies look beautiful, but there will be another beauty with us tonight." Just then she noticed someone in the shadows of the curtain. The color from her face drained out. She became so pale that someone could have mistaken her for a sculpture. The knots in her stomach tightened so much that it hurt. Libelle. What the hell was she doing here? She was wearing a pink dress with flowers on it ,it made her look like a little fairy. Belle came running to her and hugged her so tight that she crèche her dress. But none of that mattered right now.

“Kill me? Hurt me? You can’t even keep your own house in order. You’ve gone soft, Carlo. You walk around like you’re still Don Carlo moretti, but I’ve seen you. You’re not that man anymore. You’re weak.” “I’ll find you,” Carlo said, voice low, steady, dangerous. “I know you will. That’s the fun part.” Silence stretched on the line. Carlo could feel something coming. Something worse. Then Marcus spoke again, voice like ice. “I saw your little show yesterday.” Carlo stiffened. “What show?” he said slowly, every hair on his body standing. “That girl,” Marcus said, like he was chewing on the name. “She’s something else, huh? Pretty. Soft in the right places. You’ve got good taste.”

One… Two… Three… The monster is fading. And I am still here. Still breathing. Still winning.

Dominic caught the scent of my sudden fear instantly, a dark, mocking smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re scared of me,” he murmured, his voice a dangerously quiet, gravelly purr that vibrated across the dead space between us. He leaned forward slightly over the body, bringing his sharp, chiseled features into my field of vision. “Good. If last night wasn’t clear enough for you in my chambers… now you know why they call me the Monster Alpha King. Now you know exactly what happens when someone betrays me or alters my protocols.”

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."

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.