My Favorite Thing Is Monsters Novels & Stories

In my past life, I had meant every word. Samuel was the most pitiful child in the Ziegler family. He used to say no one loved him. So, I gave him everything. I didn't like to see him frown. If he frowned at a garnish on a dish, that ingredient never appeared on our table again. I loved his smile, and I loved the rare sweetness in him when he acted spoiled. So, when he said he wanted to see snow in June, I made it happen. I took him to the top of Mount Arda, and we watched artificial snow fall through the night.

In that moment, the way my parents, Elara, and Rachel looked at me changed. It was no longer concern, but a look filled with despair and pity. It was the way one looks at a sacrifice about to be offered to the God of Death. Just then, there was a noise at the door. Kael was back. He was holding a freshly baked berry pie, my favorite, from the shop at the far end of the market. Seeing my parents, Elara, and Rachel there, Kael froze. His smile stiffened.

Great, The unwanted speaks, Well my dear, I'd say we're even but temporary guess I'm leavin' and your magic I might believin pretty good, you think you won congrats again, it's been real fun a spell like yours can be undone Hmmmm, Oh I see, you think my best? wait a sec, I'll get undressed something here I must confess Most these monsters are my friends on whom my back I can depend do your thing, with time you spend That's okay, you go ahead I don't wanna end up dead

“Do you believe that there may be monsters walking amongst us?” In the past, I told Miles everything except for the circumstances that led me down this path. I never opened up to him about the marks on my brother's body or my suspicions that monsters may actually exist and they stayed hidden from the rest of us in the underworld. “Monsters,” Miles repeats, frowning. “You mean like the ones in movies?” “Something like that,” I admit, wondering if I should just stay quiet. “I’ve never really thought about it.” He admits. “Personally, I think that humans are monsters. They’re monsters that can kill, steal, and destroy others without blinking an eye.”

I’m just saying this to cope with the pain, and realization. We were late for Chemistry so I guess it’s time for Biology. Mr. Nuruero isn’t really strict with us and actually allows us to sit together. It’s because we’re practically the only ones who answer his questions. Alex and I both like Biology, it’s like our only favorite subject. We sit in the class and listen to the discussion. God, I hate saying this but I’d rather listen to Biology than sit in bed. After Biology, we had a 30 minute break due to an electrical problem in one of the classrooms. So we laid on the green grass behind the school.

"I'm not the only one who says them but okay, keep believing that, mate." "Okay, what's your favorite food?" She asked as my burger was placed in front of me, and I was almost tempted to say hamburger, but it wasn't my favorite but a very close second. "Guacamole and chips, easily the best combination is known to mankind, other than maybe metal music and video games." "I'm a steak gal, nothing beats it."

I get to beat someone to almost the brink of death without been question about it. I love the feeling of having another's humans blood dripping off my knuckles. I love the feeling of bones cracking against my knuckles and that's because I. Am. A. Monster. One that should never be let loose.

Of how I wanted to be taken without being asked and right now this monster was a personification of everything I had fantasized about over the years. And I wondered if I was ready. If I really wanted this. ____ A. Gupta Song: Monsters by Ruelle 🖤🎀🖤

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.

He didn’t want to ruin me anymore. He wanted to claim me. And that’s what terrified me more than death ever could. Because if you know anything about monsters, it’s this: They don’t always knock. Sometimes... they whisper your name from inside the walls.