My Favorite Thing Is Monsters Novels & Stories

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.

I exaggerate. Mom leaves, and I dump my bag in my bedroom before going into the kitchen for that snack. I'm always hungry these days. When I see it's chicken empanadas, I smile wide. They are my all-time favorite. I have a seat at the counter and pull the big plate of them over, take three from the pile and dig in while I watch TV.

Really pretty. "Danika," I reply, shaking her hand. Her skin is very cool. The thought creeps in before I can stop it. What if she's not human either? The classroom suddenly feels too small, too loud, and too bright. My pulse quickens. Ever since Kaziel came into my life, the lines between reality and impossible have blurred so much that I can't tell what's real anymore. It's like the supernatural cracked something open in my brain, and now, even when I'm surrounded by humans, I can't stop seeing monsters.

Oscar was still standing in front of the calendar, remembering things through the entries on it. "I hate being called a monster, is it wrong to like these poisonous things? I think they're kind of cute just the way they are, or Maxwell, he said he's a monster too, and that monsters and monsters can only be friends, I'm so sorry I've got this weird disease that always makes it easy to forget about him."

He said buoyantly, voice bubbling with excitement and delight. "Me too! I love Merlin like crazy! It's my all-time favorite and I also dig Star Wars. Supernatural, The Big Bang Theory, Vampire Diaries, wolfblood, iZombie and 24 Hours. I also love Avatar: The Last Airbender, Dragon Ball, and Kung Fu Panda. Don't judge me, I love cartoons. Ooh, Shame, Nymphomaniac and Addicted." "Okay, favorite singers and actors?"

“It is about all supernatural creatures that’s ever walked the earth,” Was it just my ears or was her voice shaking? This was going to be harder than I thought; getting her to relax around me. I was not interested in knowing all the supernatural creatures that existed on the earth. I knew the ones I needed to know about. “Are you done with the book?” She shook her head so I asked, “So far, which of the supernatural creatures do you like the most?” She quickly answered, “The dragons,” I arched a brow at her. I expected many other supernatural creatures but them. Why would anyone like dragons?”

I said, only a little sarcastic. “The only monsters in my house are you and me, and I can’t fit under your bed,” he said in a bland tone. “Har-har.” I mocked him. I didn’t want to think of myself as a monster, even if I was. “The most common in this particular city are Demons, Gargoyles, Vampires, and Witches. Werewolves do roam around here every now and then, but they like more open space for when they shift,” he continued like there had been no banter between us.

All I could hear was the sound of things burning. But that's what I hear anyway. I'm afraid I was afraid to stand up and step outside. What if they are just waiting outside and when I go out they will attack me? That's what I always see in shows that I hate. Knowing there's a monster out there, he'll go out to check it out. So the ending, the monster ate. That stupid storyline makes me don't want to watch horror movies because usually, the characters are stupid.

Not long after my wife and I got married, my mother-in-law unexpectedly had another child, a son. The entire family treated him like a miracle and let him get away with everything. Before long, he became an unbearable little monster. When he was ten, he pulled up a girl's skirt at school and yanked down her shorts. I confronted him about it, but my wife immediately turned on me. "He's my brother, not your son. What makes you think you have the right to discipline him?" I kept my anger to myself and moved out with our daughter, who had been growing more withdrawn by the day. Years later, the spoiled boy shoved a woman who was eight months pregnant down a flight of stairs. My wife calle