Novel & Cerita Of Men And Monsters

“It’s perfume. It’s call Queens and Monsters by Henry Rose.” I smoothed her hair away from her beautiful face, inspecting her for any signs of injury. Whatever I found on her, the man headed to Emerald Club would feel five hundred times more. “Queens and Monsters,” I repeated. “That’s us.” I looked up at my brother-in-law. “All of us. You, Catalina, and Mia are the queens.” “You’re not a monster,” Camila said. She didn’t know what I had planned for the man back at the club. I might not be a monster with the woman I loved, but there was a monster inside me, and he was coming out tonight.

I looked up, puzzled—then stopped breathing. Three guys walked in, trays in hand, and the room felt alive around them. They were amazing, like they stepped out of a myth. All tall, looking sharp in a smooth way. Their clothes were neat except the one in the middle. His top button was open, dark hair falling over eyes like ice. He looked easy, like he didn’t care, like none of us mattered. His friends—one blonde, the other with red hair and a knowing smile—were right by him.

The second man asked, "If you can't simply handle a few kids, them what else do you think you'd be capable of doing with your miserable life?" The man said, "Kids? They're not kids, they're monsters, they're demons." The other man burst out laughing. Sterling could sense his stronger scent even a long way away. It smelled like liquor and cigarette. He laughed some more, asking, "Did you hear that boys? You'll go without food for the rest of the day since you're monsters. Monsters don't need food anyway. That'll teach y'all." The man squatted, grabbed the four plates of food and hurled them out the room. The first man nearly squirmed with delight.

It was long, all over the place, easily grabbable. But she stood strong, her dainty figure taut with anticipation. She should have been trembling. She should have begged me for mercy. Or at least for a weapon. A smarter woman would have. But Valencia? She watched that door with a stillness that set something sharp moving under my skin. The door groaned finally, and the monsters unleashed. Seventeen men came through. Predators. Killers. Men who had survived things that break most. Men with debts soaked in blood and sin.

We were all monsters now. Adam had been the first to embrace what we were-werewolves, creatures bound by the moon. He'd called it a blessing, a gift from the Moon Goddess Selene. Our grandmother had sacrificed herself to protect us, invoking the ancient powers of our ancestors. But for all her intentions, the result was something that couldn't be undone.

“It would be an act of war.” “Hey, I’ve seen them in action.” Monster shook his head. “Even the old guys could kick our asses!” Then men in the room sniggered. Crow nodded. “It isn’t funny guys. For once, I agree with Monster.”

she continued, “their blood responds before their minds do. That is why mates feel one another across distance. Why separation feels like illness.” Her gaze drifted knowingly toward me, though Mae had asked. “That is also why denying it can be fatal.” The candles flickered, shadows crawling across the walls. “Not everyone who is recognized should be turned,” the Ancient One said. “But those who ask. Those who step forward and choose the monster willingly—” She leaned toward us, voice lowering. “They almost always survive.” Her eyes locked fully onto mine. “Because the change does not create the darkness,” she said. “It only gives it permission.”

I wanted to say I was sorry. But the moment I opened my mouth, I started laughing instead. My laughter was sharp and grating, like nails dragging across a chalkboard. The steel needles churned wildly in my brain. The pain overwhelmed me, and everything went black. The memory cut off. The comments exploded. [He's already this vicious at seven. If he's not born bad, then what is he?] [Just get rid of him already. People like this are nothing but trouble.] [Being a single mom is already hard enough, and she ends up with a kid like this. Even I feel bad watching it.]

It's addictive, explicit, and threaded with triggers that bite. It drags you through obsession, trauma, and the kind of desire that hurts as much as it heals. If you can't handle morally grey men, broken women, or the thin line between love and ruin, stop here. If you can... keep reading. I thought monsters only lived in the dark, until I was framed for a murder I didn't commit and dragged into a world that felt darker than any nightmare. Where he was. Where he's always been. Watching me. He doesn't love. He claims what's his and destroys anyone who touches it.

The men are whispering something in an ancient language as we breathe out in unity. Everything just feels… I feel connected to them. Slowly, our bodies meet the ground. Although Morien and Miles fingers finally slip off, I can still feel the bond. We lay side by side on the floor. I stretch my hands and yawn. "I won't sleep." I mutter to myself. I promised myself. Not that I don't trust my guardians, but it just doesn't feel safe sleeping in the midst of four, extremely hot sexy men!