Novel & Cerita My Favorite Thing Is Monsters

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

And it will be a nightmare to have to start all over again if I end up having to leave. You’ll never believe this but, my favorite color is also white! It’s clean and perfect and simple. Who cares if it’s not really a color? Not me! Or you, obviously. I don’t know what my favorite animal is. I’ll have to think more about that. But I do have to say, I love the way you described wolves. Most people think of them as scary, but the way you wrote about them made them seem so wonderful.

I gradually began to feel an itch in my soul. Following the sensation back home, I realized that the power had been cut because the bill was overdue. Everything inside the walk-in freezer began to thaw. Drawn by the sickly sweet scent, rats and cockroaches poured in through tiny holes in the walls. The cloyingly sweet cake was already devoured, but even more cockroaches and rats were gathering inside. I never knew that dead people could look so horrendous. Actually, I had been hiding a secret from Mom. Dad had met with me in private many times.

The way I usually do things. It was unconscious and uncontrollable. She was appetizing, which made my plan difficult. I didn’t think I was going to want her this much. I didn’t think I was going to feel a different emotion other than hate for the enemy. And want was the most dangerous thing a monster like me could feel for a her kind. —-Lydia’s POV—— He shouldn't be in my head. But he is. Like smoke clinging to the lungs, like old blood under fingernails, no matter how many times I try to wash my thoughts clean, he’s still there.

We'd watch them over and over again until we knew every line by heart. Monsters are scary. I know. They're supposed to be scary. But I loved monsters. I was fascinated by them. I wanted to meet them, even if I knew they'd kill me in a heartbeat. Here they were in the worst possible place they could find themselves and with me. "Hahahaha! You think you'll get away after killing innocent people?" I mocked. They wouldn't dare. And yet, here they were. Right in front of me. What did I expect them to do?

That's the only one monster, I find peace in. My home.

"Whether I live or die doesn’t matter anymore!” Monster said, "I know that you have a deep-seated hatred for Doomsday. Your face will no doubt cause an uproar in Doomsday, so before you leave, I will ask someone to make modifications to your face—" “Okay."

I said, forcing a cheerful smile. My mom stared at me and then she smiled. "I'd like that. How about we watch Stranger Things? It's your favorite movie," she said. "Yeah… I'd love that," I said, laughing genuinely. Call me weird, but back when I was still in Greystone Falls and still living like a human, my best movies were horror movies. I was a movie lover and I could watch any kind of genre, but horror movies were my favorite. My mom wasn't a fan of horror movies; she loved rom-coms, but because of me, she'd try to watch one with me, and anytime she did, she always ended up screaming or covering her face with a throw pillow.

Then the answer that Fuschia had written for him was: “My interest in monsters came from them who killed my parents. In such a brutal way right in front of my eyes when I was seven years old. Since then, I'm crazy about killing all the monsters in existence. That's why I studied them. Did that answer your curiosity?” "...yes." The young soldier replied by putting on a complicated face. Of course, that answer is a lie. But it was an answer that made many people ponder and gave him a sympathy vote. It was indispensable to establish his image as a mysterious person.

He was panting while his sword was deep inside the monster’s chest. “You broke its core,” Dio said in a gloomy voice. “Can you stop with your adventurer habits? What are you going to do with a monster core anyway?” Kael asked as he tied the monster up. “I will give it to Blur. His favorite food is a monster core. He said that he grows stronger the more he ate strong monster cores.” “Tsk. I’ll buy you a lot of cores later, okay?” He sounded like he was trying to pacify a sulking child.