My Favorite Thing Is Monsters Novels & Stories

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.

“There is nothing up there for me. I am better off being the monster. At least when I am a monster people feel something for me.” “Hate.” Ted smiled. “It is the strongest emotion after love do you know that? If I can't have love I can have hate.” Anthony’s heart broke for him. This was the voice of a broken man. “Was that what the monster told you?” Ted nodded like a child. “The monster tells me a lot of things. The monster is my friend. He is the only one I can trust. He trusts me too. He knows I cannot kill him.” But the monster could kill him.

"She is, she's the smartest person I know and she's really pretty too." I smiled, this kid was adorable, "I bet she is." "Do you like superheroes?" He asked. "Yeah I think they're cool." "Me too, I like Spiderman the best." "Spiderman's a good choice, what about dinosaurs?" "I love dinosaurs, my favorite is the T-Rex because he's big and strong and nobody messes with him." "That's a really good choice, T-Rex is pretty awesome." He looked at my cart, "you buy a lot of food."

"They think it's funny because of my name. It’s just a joke." "Stay away from them, Rose.” He grabbed my arm, his grip surprisingly strong. “Do you hear me? Those men... they aren't businessmen. They’re monsters. They’re dangerous." "I know, Dad," I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. "I know." But as I drove, all I could feel was the pulsing ache between my legs. I was terrified of them, but God, I was already craving the way they took me. I was a couple of days away from being their captive, and I was already drowning in the need for their touch.

Should I leave? “Okay so looking at your hesitation, I’ll tell you something. Even though I can’t find him online, he seems okay to me, mobsters contrary to popular opinion aren’t that easy to stumble upon, plus they’re scarier and have thug type men guards everywhere and they don’t have nice housekeepers. And if he hasn’t cut you up and eaten you yet when he had you all alone without anyone knowing, he’s probably not a serial killer right?” I let out a laugh, “What if he’s just fattening me up?”

he tells me. “Well, my favorite food has to be spaghetti and meatballs, I hate roaches, I am a twenty-four-year-old lady that works for a certain Mr. McGuire, and well here I am,” I say and he chuckled “My favorite artist has to be Adele,” I say and he smiled, nodding his head as though he was taking notes of everything I was saying. “How about you, what do you like?” I asked him “Well I am sure you know everything about me now, I don't have a favorite food... I eat anything and everything good, I hate snakes and well my favorite artist is The weekend, I mean what is there not to about him?” He tells me.

“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

she squealed, pulling back to look at me. I couldn't help it. I smiled. Lena Cho, my best friend since middle school. She was the only person who had stayed by my side before I lost everything in my previous life. Even after I pushed her away, she still tried to check on me. I’d ghosted her, thinking I was doing her a favor. But here she was again, before me, vibrant as ever, acting like nothing had changed. My eyes watered a bit, and I sniffled.

She loves Kitkat and her most favorite pet in the world is a squirrel. Of course, I didn't believe it. I was not stupid to believe some random facts from that bimbo. It was all made up to piss me off. My sweet Quinn loved black? Her favorite band is Nirvana? And what's up with the cliff being her favorite view. That was really absurd. Was she really crazy, telling me that Quinn's favorite pet is a squirrel? Get the shit out of here? No, my sweet Quinn would not say that. That was impossible.

"Thanks,you may leave" I know I sounded like a bit**,but I can't help it. I am like this only. Cold and snobbish. Reason ,well you see I have just been taught one thing and that's the very fact that in this world of monsters,only innocents suffer. So you either remain innocent and let these monsters break you,or become a monster and rule over them. I choose latter and I happily say,I don't give a fuc* about anything else. "What are you doing?"