My Monster Lover Novels & Stories

That was a scene I could never forget for the rest of my life. My apartment was just a few steps away. I crawled across the floor and pounded against the door for help, but it never opened. Dawn wasn't home. The killer stalked up behind me and drove the knife into my left leg. "Your dad was a lawyer of justice, wasn't he? He ruined my life, so I'm going to destroy everything he loves! I want all of you to wish you were dead. "Go on and scream. Call the police. Let's see if anyone's coming to save you!"

"Cameron Stuart! Just how much more trouble are you trying to cause me!" Natalie Parker's shrill voice rang in my ears, jolting me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw her raising a bottle of sulfuric acid to splash it on me. Recalling the unbearable agony that overwhelmed me in my previous life, I instinctively reached out to grab the bottle. Still, some of the liquid splashed out anyway, dripping onto my body. I gasped in pain. After exhaling deeply, I clenched my jaw and caught Natalie by the wrist. "Are you mad? You can kill someone if you throw an entire bottle of sulfuric acid at them! Don't you know that?"

When I got to my room, Freya was there, awake and pacing, her face lighting up with relief when she saw me. “Big sister! Where the hell have you been?” she said, rushing over. But then she saw my face, my tears, and her eyes widened. “Oh god, what happened?” I threw myself into her arms, bursting into sobs, my whole body shaking. “He’s a monster, Freya,” I cried, my voice muffled against her shoulder. “Leone’s a fucking monster.” My chest hurt so bad, like my heart was being ripped out. I could still feel him, his hands, his cock, his groans and it made the pain worse, knowing it meant nothing to him.

he said, his voice low and smooth, like a distant rumble of thunder. I grinned, gesturing casually to the art installation hanging on the cafe wall—a two synchronized clock - The Perfect Lover. “But you’ve been here for hours. It’s cold, it’s raining, and…” I hesitated, glancing at the synchronized clocks mounted on the café wall. They were one of our signature decorations, labeled The Perfect Lover.” Logan’s gaze followed mine, landing on the clocks. He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect Lover?”

I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home . My mom had died when I was 15, Belle was only 11 at that time. And just when I thought things couldn't get worse ,our dad married again . At first I thought that maybe Belle and I could find comfort in her , that she would at least try to be good to us , but my worse fears came true .

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it really is--only that her eyes were dry, she had lost all feelings, she was blue 52, in an ocean that was her own soul in expansion. Non of us really changes over time, could Anne rice be wrong? We only become more fully what we are. Dr montoya was a monster, and she knew it. She also knew that loving monsters always ended badly for the kids, it was just a rule, no, K. Hamilton didn't invent it.

my lover breathed, “I’m not someone the clans have to know about.” “Look, if you’re so afraid, don’t go… but hear me out. If you don’t go, leave my clan, or I will kill you,” I said, smirking devilishly. I could smell the fear in my lover; he was making me purr in delight. I love seeing people fear me; it stirs my monster and gives me pleasure. Laughing loudly, I look at my lover. Backing away, he cringes when he sees me standing up. I could feel my monster out. Rolling my shoulders, I crept towards him.

All I wanted was to take his length into my mouth, all I could think of was to Tame his Big raging monster I crawled a bit closer and knelt erect so my face could be at the same level as his cock. I averted my gaze from his dark hues and trailed it to his drooling lips I swallowed subconsciously and then trailed my face to his hardened shaft that was pointed straight to my face. his precum was dripping out of his...his monstrous Dick..that even in my daze, I still flinched t the sight of it up close.

He smiled and cupped my face. "Damon," I murmured. "It's okay, rest," he kisses my forehead. "Stay with me please," I started crying. Why the hell am I so emotional? Damon hugged me, "I'm right here I'm not going anywhere." "I'm a monster," I sobbed against his chest. "No, no you are not a monster. You are beautiful," he said kissing the top of my head. "I love you so much." I look at him in disbelief, "How can you love someone as dangerous as me?"

the man blinked with a pretty smile. "No, and don't give me that disgusting look, I think I might puke." The man said and outright left. "Wait, I have the thing you want," the blond said and pulled out and aged bottle from his bag. "Aged, human blood wine, I heard it tastes heavenly to a starved vampire," he said shaking the ruby colour liquid around. Raymond paused and glanced back. "andddddd, it's your favorite blood sweet smelling blood type that doesn't turn to jelly,"