Novel & Cerita My Favorite Thing Is Monsters

I need to know if I'm turning into a monster or not. I quickly search on the internet. "how to tell whether you're turning into a monster who likes humans." I scratched my chin since there was no proper response... Is it possible that the term 'monster' is the same as the word 'like'? When I searched for monsters that liked humans, all I got were made-up stories about zombies and other strange-looking creatures. I began to type what was on my mind... I was staring at the search engine and to the question that I had typed on it.

" Are you really okay, Macy... I know that you don't like appearing weak or whatever it is... But you can trust me." " I'm not hiding anything, that im aware of at least." " The way your body flinched ever so slight at the mention of home... You may not fully be aware of it but I see it." " You know the history of our kind so what more can I say... Monsters are deceptive and hated by humans. We read many stories about it after all as well." A question she weighed on heavily but could never ask me directly due to fear or something else. Perhaps it's to preserve the dream she seeks but I have yet to grasp her intentions fully.

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

He walks away "Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." _Stephen King.

A growing acceptance that this connection between us was here to stay. I walked beside him with my head high. The chains were gone. My power stirred stronger than ever. This bond had changed us both. The monster and his prey were becoming something far more dangerous together. And the world outside these walls would soon learn what that meant.

Even when she was covered in bruises and blood, she refused to admit defeat. "It's okay, Mom. Theo's just in a bad mood. He's usually good to me. Besides, he's meant for big things. Everything will be fine once he becomes the richest man around. When he's rich, I'll have cars and jewelry. We'll be the ideal couple on TV, accepting interviews and all." She was lost in her own fantasy, oblivious to the real story of how Theo had risen from a simple villager to a respected tycoon. Her words were merely a way to calm the anxiety gnawing at her.

"I'm ordering pizza." ‎‎ ‎ "I want Chinese takeout!" ‎‎ ‎ "Get out." ‎

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

This was not just a home. It was a vault of power. A graveyard of empires. A place where monsters were not born—but made. And as the door shut behind us with a soft, final click, I knew one thing with terrifying certainty: Whatever we were about to ask… This place had heard it before.

I hate how it doesn’t sound like a joke. Because that’s the problem with monsters— Sometimes they’re the only ones who see you clearly. And they use it to their advantage. I don't even know why I'm not screaming and crashing tf out right now.