My Favorite Thing Is Monsters Novels & Stories

" 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. "I'm a monster. That's what I am." 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗼

Abel thought grimly as he slipped deeper into the dark, “to stop chasing this monster.” This was no longer about history. It was time for catching monsters.

“Explain.” I pointed at one of the images. “He likes control. Which means he likes being seen as perfect. He won’t disappear completely—he’ll maintain appearances.” Luca’s fingers paused over the keyboard. “That tracks,” he murmured. “He’ll keep routines,” I continued, my voice steadier now. “Same places. Same people. He doesn’t trust easily, so his circle will be small.” Kai tilted his head slightly, watching me. “Look at you,” he said. “Profiling.”

On monitors. _No cages. No monsters. Just us._ *Crack.*

Wanda asked, her voice softening slightly. I thought of Lucien standing in that study, shaking but refusing to give up. I thought of the way I had let everyone else write my story for twenty-one years. "I realized that if I’m going to be a monster in their eyes anyway, I might as well be a monster who plays the cello."

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.

Even so, she still handed me her favorite toy. The comments softened again. [She might be a little jealous, but she still loves him.] [Kids get jealous. It's normal. It's kinda cute, honestly.] But soon enough, no one was laughing anymore.

“So I take it you’re a fan of that kind of stuff.” “Yeah,” he replied. Cool and reserved now. Trying to impress me. “I mean I’m into all kinds of movies. Foreign stuff—I go to the Bijou, up in Iowa City sometimes. But I’ve always loved monsters. Most people think it’s all junk, but a lot of them are really good and, like, important, you know?” “How so?” “Like they get right to it, you know? What you’re afraid of. Shit you can’t talk about. Whatever it is, they put it right up there. Like nightmares that you’re awake for.” He paused to make a note on his clipboard.

It was called a “Stingly.” “This is actually kind of fun,” I finally admitted. “Told you,” Tommy said. “Now come on, I want to show you a Monster Gym. It's where we can take the monsters we catch and have them fight other people's monsters.” “Tommy, I don't have all day,” I said, crossing my arms. “It's really close,” he said. “Trust me. I'll have you back home soon, but I want you to see this. It's probably my favorite part of the game.”

"Thanks. You look ravishing," "I know right!" She squealed. "I was chatting with Jiro last night and he told me one of his favorite animated movies is Monster High and his favorite characters are Draculaura, Ghoulia, and Clawdeen… the point is that he loves Draculaura and I do too so I felt the urge to wear one of my altered collections." She said with so much pride, her noise raised. Tristan scoffed with disgust and Starliss sighed as she joined us.