Novel & Cerita Monstrous Love

Today should be a happy day. A celebration, I thought, staring into the mirror. Instead, I saw only what I'd always seen—a plus-size witch being sacrificed to a loveless marriage for political gain. My fiancé Calous might be handsome and powerful, but he's also a first-class asshole who won't even pretend to be faithful. The kind of man who collects mistresses like trophies.

“I’m inside the monster’s heart. I have his empire in my hands. I have his men afraid to look at me. I have him on his knees every night, begging for mercy he’ll never get. “One more month. Maybe two. “When I send the words black rose blooms, you come. Bring every soldier we have. Bring fire. Bring hell. I don’t care if I have to burn this entire country to the ground. I will drag Gavriil Starovetsky out by his tongue and I will make him choke on every tear I’ve cried. Our son deserved a lifetime. He got eight seconds. I will give him an eternity of the monster’s screams in exchange.” I leaned closer to the lens, tears still falling, but my voice steady now, ice over a graveyard. “I love you

If Darcie and Havoc could make it work when there was nothing real between them then maybe there was hope for me and Monster. “God no, I fell in love with him. It was crazy quick but it's real. I know he adores me and would do anything for me. Sometimes you just meet the right man and you know he’s yours forever. Havoc is my forever. Monster will be yours.” “I doubt that,” I mumbled. “It's not like that between us.” “Oh please, I've seen the way he looks at you, the way he touches you. Monster is a good man, deep down anyway, but he wouldn't have agreed to this unless he thought there was something between you.”

"That's how I feel too. You're not scary or ugly, and you're definitely not a monster. Even if you were a monster, I will gladly become one too. Whatever you want to be I'll support you, and always love you. As long as you're Aria, I'll forever be here to stay. There'll never be a time when I'll not want or love you." Aria felt her body burn up from Amon's searing love, and her eyes glistened as fresh tears fell drop by drop scaring Amon. Though Amon tried to catch every drop that fell from her chin, it only passed through the shadows that were his hands. It left him feeling increasingly frustrated and dissatisfied with his current body.

Especially dark ones. Horatio shakes his head. "I wonder sometimes if it wasn't Gordon who created the monster. His affections were very clear." "Horatio." He faces me dead on, eyes shadowed. "Say it. Who is her biological father?" "Nicholas—" "Fucking say it." "Chandler," he says flatly. To think it is one thing. To guess it. To hear it, though, and to know it as fact, it's another thing altogether. "Chandler Carlisle-Bent hated his half-sister. He despised her, Nicholas. He raped her over months and months, and I never even saw it. Never saw what was right in front of my eyes."

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

“You cage me like an animal, zap my leg with a fucking collar, and you think that’s what love looks like?” His jaw clenches. “You think women fall for creepy childhood friends who suddenly turn into violent, obsessive psychopaths demanding they be loved?” I laugh, bitter and unhinged. “Wait You’re not even a monster. Monsters are scary. You’re pathetic.” “I am not demanding love!” he shouts, his voice finally cracking. “You love me, you know you do. You want to be with me. And I’m going to make sure of that!” “Oh yeah?” I sneer. “Did your mother ever teach you how to—”

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it really is--only that her eyes were dry, she had lost all feelings, she was blue 52, in an ocean that was her own soul in expansion. Non of us really changes over time, could Anne rice be wrong? We only become more fully what we are. Dr montoya was a monster, and she knew it. She also knew that loving monsters always ended badly for the kids, it was just a rule, no, K. Hamilton didn't invent it.

“You made one mist ake tonight, Romano.” “Oh?” “You assumed love makes men weak.” I leaned slightly closer, voice deadly calm. “But men like me?” I smiled coldly. “We become monsters when someone touches what we love.”

“Porsche naman. Hindi na mabiro. Balik na nga lang ako sa pagiging Pambansang Bestfriend ulit. Pa-kiss nga ako.” Life is hard and scary so you need someone by your side, whether that someone is your friend, family, partner or all of them. So is love, kaya ang love ay hindi puwede sa mga taong duwag dahil ang takot ay ginagawa nilang excuse pero ang totoo ay tamad silang mag-effort mag-take ng risk, at ipakita ang sincerity nila para sa kanilang minamahal. -OH MY END!- Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”