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“I will not be a whore for a motorcycle club or anyone else for that matter.” He finally slowed his laughter and grabbed her upper arms. “We aren’t like that. We don’t even have fluff bunnies around here. Most of us seem to be the one woman kind.” “Most of you?” Monster nodded. “I never found a woman that fit me well enough or made me feel the way you do.” Abrupt like, he crushed her lips under his own and his blood heated as he took her mouth. His heart began pounding in his chest as he lowered her enough to rub his cock against her core. He groaned when he felt how wet she was.

“Mommies and daddies sometimes stop loving each other, but it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.” “Father hates me,” Monster hissed. “He wants me dead, but he can’t kill me.” He let out a deranged high-pitched little chuckle that turned my stomach to ice. “The Moon Goddess will strike him down. She told me so.” I nodded. Monster plopped himself on the bed next to me. “He sent a man,” he said again. “What did the man do?” I repeated the question.

I looked down at my plate, forcing myself to breathe slowly and not cry. He kept eating like we were old friends having a nice chat, not a monster and his victim. “Do you think I’m a monster?” he asked out of nowhere. I didn’t answer, afraid of saying the wrong thing. He chuckled, clearly amused. “Smart girl.” Then he leaned forward. “But I already know you do. And it doesn’t matter. Because monsters don’t need love, doll. They need obedience.” He took a long sip of wine, then set the glass down with a soft clink.

“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?”

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

"That's impossible… That flash drive has already been—" She suddenly seemed to realize that she'd said something she shouldn't have and immediately shut her mouth. When Raoul saw that I'd slapped her just now, he also marched up to me, ready to fight me to our deaths. At that moment, all of the anger I'd suppressed until then exploded like a volcano. I punched him back in the face and roared, "You all keep calling me a monster and an inhuman animal, but I'm going to show you who the real monster is! You'll see what I'm talking about!"

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

I yelled "Savannah's heart is not a prize to be won by the highest bidder. It can only be earned by love and trust. And I'll be damned if I let you play your games and try to claim what is rightfully mine." I was shocked by the words that came out of Levi's mouth.

He loved me despite what his father wanted. I refer to Carlos Salvatoreas as my monster, I call him this only in my head, and I have since I was five years old. The worst kind of human there is, preying on the weak and stealing incessance of the young. Just thinking his name brings back my first memory of him. I was playing at the local creek with my mother. Not many people knew of the spot, it was kind of like our little secret paradise.