Novel & Cerita My Muse Was A Monster

The scent of men who had already used their toys. My thighs pressed together out of instinct, trembling as I thought of what was coming. Of the men they said came here. The Monsters of the North. The beasts who didn’t just fuck—they destroyed. The ones who were said to knot a girl so hard she couldn’t walk for days, who split cunts and left them dripping with seed like trophies. The goddess should’ve struck me dead before letting me end up here. And then, Suddenly— The music stopped. The pounding, screaming, filthy bass went dead all at once, like the world had been yanked out from under me. My breathing was all I could hear, shallow and ragged under the blindfold.

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 🖤🎀🖤

, Universal Music Publishing Group Chaos And Apocalypse Chapter Number : Chapter 22 Chapter Name : Conquering the great death Song : Monsters Artist : Ruelle Lyrics : Ah, ah, oh, oh You've got no place to hide And I'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside One look in my eyes And you're running 'cause I'm coming Gonna eat you alive Your heart, it's like a drum Oh, oh oh, oh, oh The chase has just begun Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Monsters stuck in your head (We are, we are, we are) Monsters under your bed (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh, oh (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh Ah, ah, oh, oh One misstep, you're mine And you better stay clever if you wanna survive

“What plans?! That wasn’t what we discussed.” “You didn’t come to my room to shut down my kingdom, did you? Plans changed. I didn’t dispute what we discussed.” “What discussion?” I asked. Luca looked back at me. “Oh, mind my manners. This is my sister, Melissa. Melissa, this is Samantha-my muse.” Melissa’s eyes went wide in shock, and she looked back at Luca. “Your muse? As in, your lady of the night? You don’t have muses!” “I have one now. You’re not being very nice to my guest.”

Then, almost everyone's minds went blank, and they were temporarily stunned. Then, the furious look in the monster's eyes became brighter, and it suddenly leaped, bringing along a murderous aura as it pounced at Maya. The monster remembered well that the lady was one of the strongest few in the group of cultivators, and it was apparent that she could not hold on any longer. As long as it killed her, it could destroy half of the will to fight in the bunch of people! Maya's mind was currently buzzing, and she watched as the monster leaped at her with its hideous mouth wide open. She could see the ruthless look in the monster's eyes, its sharp fangs, and even its pitch-black throat.

"Damn it, Brenton! Again! More! I'm almost there." He picked up the pace making me come. But he didn't stop, he continues on harder, taking me to my second one. I started cursing and screaming his name. "Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! I'll be your muse. Please fuck me, I need you in me now!"

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

He was completely immersed in the relief of solving his problem tomorrow. He was in a great mood. He cooked a table full of my favorite dishes and even opened a bottle of vintage wine. That night, Kael held me tightly as he slept. In his sleep, he called my name, sounding so deeply in love, as if I were his only one. Early the next morning, just as the sky was turning gray, Kael and I arrived at the Moon Goddess Altar. Usually solemn and majestic, the place now seemed exceptionally cold and gloomy.

Violet’s POV I stared at the thing collapsing in front of me, its body melting away, the air still smelled like burnt metal and rot, but I was grinning like a lunatic. I won. Of course I did. One clean slash and the monster went down, screaming like hell itself had dragged it home. And God, the rush of it, my skin still hummed with wild untamed magic. Every heartbeat felt like thunder trapped inside me. So this was what they were afraid of back at the academy. This power. Me.

It was massive. Vaulted ceilings stretched high above, with chandeliers that hovered without support. Murals of ancient creatures—phoenixes, leviathans, dragons—covered the walls, moving subtly as if alive. Wooden benches and arched windows lined the room. It felt more like a cathedral to magic than a classroom. Everyone here wore the same badge. I slipped into a seat beside a girl with eyes like molten silver and hair like liquid obsidian twisted into twin knots. She turned to me, smiling with sharp, inhuman teeth. “You’re the screamer.”