Monstrous Love Novels & Stories

For a second time–and hopefully the last–Amara sees and knows what the world of the dead was like once more: It was nothing more but a cage meant to keep them enslaved like the strings of fate dictating them, to the will of useless beings who called themselves gods when they do absolutely nothing but take and take but you know, my dear, out of all the others… Roman settles back on his throne and finally allows himself to smile. …ah, Amara, you are truly the only one I could love. . . . “When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this abandoned church. He has come back to stop the

To the human I refuse to admit to anyone that I love. How can a monster like me be capable of falling in love to someone that I might end up losing? I know that what I did might make her hate me more than fall in love with me. But this is my curse; I end up losing the women I fall in love with because of who I am. In my thousands of years of existence I only truly have fallen in love three times. First, was with Elisabeth, then it was Elena and now Patricia. I love her but I can't help who I am. This is the real me, I'm a monster. I can be her protector and lover but I would always be the evil monster that I am. I would always go back to my savage ways despite how hard I try to hide it.

"Like jasmine and the first rain in Owerri. It was the only memory the clinic couldn't extract from my brain." He kissed me then—not the desperate, frantic kiss we’d shared during the breach, but something slow, deep, and devastatingly tender. It tasted of salt and the terrifying promise of a future that didn't involve running. For the first time in five years, the "Monster" wasn't fighting. He was coming home.

I had always feared this Zachary because this Zachary is the only one who had killed my family and made me shed tears of blood. As his penetrating gaze bore into mine, I wished nothing but to let some magic happen and bring that Zachary back who was decent enough to cook, to play with Claire, to act warmly with me. " This is me, September. The f-cking monster. AND YOU HAVE TO LEARN TO LOVE THAT MONSTER." He barked, creasing the side of my neck. I was unable to react in any way as my nerves were already dropped in fear. Monster. How can one love the monster?

“Because I don’t get it. I don’t get how you’re sitting here talking to me like we're friends when I’m stuck in this hell thinking maybe I never even knew the man I love. Maybe he’s just been puppeteering me this whole time, pulling strings while I smiled and thanked him for it. How do you not lose your mind knowing that you love a monster?” Her face tightened, and she just stared at the sheets between us, her fingers smoothing them then her eyes lifted back to mine, “Vincenzo is not a monster,” she said quietly, “Not to me. To me, he’s my everything. No matter how flawed you think he is, no matter how bloody his hands are, to me he is perfect. More than perfect.” She paused, swallowing hard

My arms clench tightly around him, and I allow myself to cry uncontrollably. "You're sweet, forgiving, and good Kai," He breathes into my ears. "But you like my darkness, you need it... You crave it and I'm going to give it to you. So, allow me to be your own monster, the demon that will crawl out of your bed every night and possess you will be me, and I will love you in a way no one else can. So, tell me every terrible thing they did to you, and let me love you either way. Just know that you will never be unloved by me because you are way too entangled in my soul."

"I think you’re mad." A hint of pain flashed across Monster's eyes. “Yes, I'm mad. I was supposed to have a blissful childhood, but your grandfather took my mother away. My father passed away because he was too angry, and as a result, I turned into an orphan overnight. You’re telling me that I shouldn’t bear hatred or go mad?” Monster was blinded by hatred. At this very moment, all he wanted to do was destroy Jenson and Baby Robbie. "Die!" His fists approached them like a gust of wind.

“In the time that I speak of, we had been too young. We held on to each other the best way we knew how: as two drowning humans would to a lifeline. But love is so long and life so short. The tides of fate pushed you farther and farther away from me. When I found you again, almost two millennia have passed and you had a whole new life and identity. But it was you most certainly. I suppose it was your vitality, your thirst for life that spoke out to me from the great ocean of souls. “Because of this – please pay close attention to what I am about to tell you – because of this, I claimed the lives of all the people dear to you, one by one, for the singularly evil purpose of making you feel alon

And perhaps nature was giving its full support. Suddenly he was forced to look up at the feminine scream. The black man now had the Asian girl's hair, bent over her face and she was weeping like a fish with a trembling being. He was a very tall and strong man with the thickest locks of hair hanging loosely over his shoulders. He probably forgot to leave the girl. And he opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath, buried his face in her neck. The girl was feeling like a delicate bird in front of him.

My attention to her is real but playful instead of lustful. "I'm sure your husband loved you," I respond, but Caleb won't hold off his trigger much longer. "You seem like the type that was well loved." “ I was well loved before I fell in with a monster. He told them I was a murderer. Can you imagine trying to tell an eight-year-old why he has to leave his mommy? I haven’t seen my son in sooo long. And when you pull that trigger, like I know you’re going to, I won’t ever see him again.” She is right that I will pull it.