Monsters By James Blunt Lyrics Novels & Stories

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

‘Okay then, see you and keep safe you and your daughter. ‘Thank you.’ How's It Going to Be Third Eye Blind I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore Before you take a swing I wonder what are we fightin' for When I say out loud I want to get out of this I wonder is there anything I'm going to miss I wonder how it's going to be When you don't know me How's it going to be When you're sure I'm not there How's it going to be When there's no one there to talk to

His ragged breathing mixed with the unmistakable sound of water—deliberate as if he wanted me to hear every bit of it. "I thought a duet might sound better," I said calmly. Liam froze, clearly not expecting that. "Are you getting tired?" I continued, ever so considerate. "Need a hand?" A long silence stretched between us. Then, a low, hoarse chuckle filled the darkened room. "I thought you’d be scared and run away," he murmured. "That’s what a normal person would do." "I never said I was normal." I sat on the edge of the bed, satisfied with the view in the dim light.

Leave me you monster " I shout in my frightened condition and kicked his leg which is over my foot with my free one. Due to the force of the kick he fall down and I tried to got up by pushing myself up with my both hands but my left leg is not supporting me . Because this monster has kicked it . But somehow I drag myself away from him . But I got pulled back by my injured leg by none another than monster himself pulled me back . " Leave me I don't want this , you can't touch me without my permission .... It's a crime " I shout on him in pure anger . I was shouting on him all this with trying to get rid from his hold. As soon as he pulled me completely towards him, he immediately climbed on m

That goddamn voice. Marcus. A ghost from a life he thought he buried. “What do you want from me, you piece of shit?” Carlo growled, fury creeping into every word. Marcus let out another laugh. This one was darker. “What do I want?” he said, voice turning hard and bitter. “You and your men set me up. You left me to rot like trash. I lost everything, Carlo. Everything. My freedom. My crew. My name. And now, I’m going to take everything from you.”

“Please. No one will ever want that with you, not while you’re my daughter. Don’t you know vampires are seen as monsters? Who would want a monster as a wife… or a mother?” The words hit their mark, not because I believed them, but because some hidden part of me feared he was right. My body trembled with rage, my father’s truest self standing before me, stabbing at every wound he’d ever given me. And it hurt worse this time because I had begun to believe I could have the life I wanted… with who I wanted. His words were the cruel reminder that blood, my blood, was a prison. “Is that all you’ve got? Because trust me, it doesn’t cut as deep as it used to, Lord Darian,” I said, my voice like fros

Rain stung my face, blurring everything, but I kept going, driven by fury and terror. "Mommy!" Jace wailed, his voice cutting through the chaos, his little face soaked with tears and twisted in fear. “Your mommy ain’t rescuing you, brat!” the monster mocked, picking up speed, its unnatural gait devouring the distance. “You’ll never lay eyes on her again!”

Who am I, you might wonder My face is only a cover For the monster inside I try to hide But if you look closer into my eyes You might discover my disguise For I am no man, and I have no soul No heart, and a beast I can't control Alone, I suffer at night And when the sun rises again, I pretend to be alright My only wish is to be released from the chains And the hatred that runs through my veins But I know that the end is near

"You're a hothead, Nicodra, and a fool." "Untrustworthy," he spits, "unstable... dangerous." "That may be so, but you're the one on your way out," I seethe and plunge the blade into his chest. He yells and coughs until blood spurts from his mouth and trails down his jaw. "It was your mistake-believing you were strong enough." He fights to make words, but the blood clogs his throat. "You're right. We are monsters, but not because we shift into ones, not because the wolf lives inside all of us. What you fear... it's the human."

"You walked in there like you owned the place—which, technically, you do." I laughed, the sound escaping me before I could even think. "Come on, James, I'm not a monster," I said, trying to keep my voice light, though there was a trace of something darker beneath the humor. "I’m just... reclaiming what’s mine. They thought they could keep me in the dark forever, but they were wrong. They underestimated me, and now it’s my turn to show them exactly who they’re dealing with." James nodded, a knowing smile on his lips. "You’re right, you’re not a monster," he agreed, his tone sincere. "But you are someone they should’ve never crossed. And now that you’re back, they have no idea what’s coming th