Monstrous Love Novels & Stories

Her eyes brimmed with tears when the last word came out like a small whisper from her mouth. “You can’t question my love like this, Alessandra! It’s innocent! The only thing I’m sure of!” For her, it was the first time she saw a human filled with emotions talking to her. Like a real human. Because every time he was like a robot. A well trained ruthless machine. But at that moment, he oozed out the disappointment hidden inside him. “How? How after you raped me?” “That was rage!” “Was your love so weak that it couldn’t even stand in front of your rage?”

she stated, wearing her sunglasses and went out of the Cafe Making Marcus feel intimidated on hearing her threatening with Liam Roberts.... She walked towards her car, while brushing her hair with her hands, taking a huge sigh as she sat at the driver's seat "Why does everyone think that I love that damn brat?"she uttered remembering the words of her ex boyfriend that she kept on hearing from everyone's mouths Whether be her friend's, her employees, his friends, her parents and her past ex boyfriend's "Can't we just have sex together? Why must they assume that we love each other "she ranted, crossing her arms while biting her lip

I said, “My lover is a vampire after all. I’ve had plenty of opportunity.” “’Twas no aphrodisiac, my love. What you experienced was the art of love making… real love making,” he cooed. “Can I help it if I drive you wild?” “Oof!” I grumbled and stomped behind the screen to clean myself up as best I could.

It wasn’t until he was alone in bed, under the blanket with the scent of lavender surrounding him that he realized what the weird yearning in his stomach was. He wanted to be back in Jackson’s room. He was afraid, at the time, but it was the good kind of fear. The kind of fear he’d felt the first time he’d jumped from a tree branch into the river below. He wanted random, gentle physical affection. The kind of touches he hadn’t felt since… His stomach flipped when he remembered some of the physical ‘affection’ he’d gotten once he was older. If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. Kia enjoys it, so she does it. She’s not forced to do it.

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

And if she leaves again? My hands tighten. There won’t be enough of me left to stop what follows. I turn from the window and head toward the door, stopping myself at the last second. Not her room. Not tonight. Control means knowing when to walk away. Even from the woman who ruined you. Even from the only person who ever made you human. I stand there in the dark, listening to the mansion breathe, and accept that I didn’t become a monster because she died , I became a monster because loving her taught me how much I could lose.

“I am your home. You belong to me, and everything I own is yours. Your family… they are a memory. A distant, unimportant memory. I am your future, your present, your entire world.” His words were a terrifying, beautiful thing. He was not asking me to choose. He was telling me. He was not asking me to love him. He was commanding me. “I… I hate you,” I whispered, the words a desperate, broken plea. He just smiled, a small, cold, humorless thing that sent a shiver down my spine. “No, you don’t, solnyshko. You love me. You love me with a passion so fierce, it terrifies you. You love me because I am a monster, and you are a beautiful, broken thing who needs to be claimed. You love me because I wo

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

Francis knows he can't tell Catherine that but he has to lie to his mother to make her feel better about her not coming for Catherine's birthday party. ​"That will be nice, my son. I will let you get back to what you are doing. Take care of yourself." ​"Goodbye mom." Francis cuts the call and pockets his phone. He goes to the house to check up on the maid that Charles spilled champagne on. ​ Francis closes the living room door behind him. Catherine had created a monument to an exquisite taste. Her home was well built, beautifully decorated, a neoclassical empire in the hills of California. He sees a large portrait of the wedding photo of him and Melissa. When Melissa told him she was pregnan

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.