Romans & histoires Of Men And Monsters

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.

So I choose to listen to the one person who knew me from the inside out. Breathe, Sage. You are alright. No monster is gonna get you. The monsters under the bed aren’t real. I breathe, I replay Sax’s words in my mind over and over till they sink in yet when I open my eyes, I realize… My sister lied. The monsters are very real because one of them is standing in front of me, looking right through me the way a predator does when he knows he has the prey caught in his snare. “W-What are y-you…”

“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?”

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But then, a male monster was very little on their population when they had gone to this planet that was called Earth. But there was a lot of female monster as every male that had gone to this Hailou State had at least 5 or 6 wife at their side with a lot of children, daughter of sons. So with no other choice, the female monsters was dispatched to participate into war and the male monsters had taken the responsibility to hide their daughters and sons o some places where the humans could not see them and kill them off right away after they meet on their way. So with only children left at the age of a baby and a toddler not capable of walking on all fours with its own feet and hands, the male m

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.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

Alessio rasped against his lips. Noa’s breath hitched. “I’m” “Say it.” “I’m fuck I’m yours.” “That’s all I care about.” His hands slid under Noa’s shirt, pressing against the bruises, the stitches, like he needed to own every broken piece before the world tore them apart. Noa’s gasp cracked in his throat. “We’re monsters.” “Then let’s be monsters together.” They devoured each other, tearing at buttons, dragging desperate moans from each other’s mouths, clawing past the blood and the lies, needing something real.

That was why he set everything up to ruin you! He continued, "So this isn't our fault, Wendy. Can you please forgive us? Mom and Dad have been waiting for you in the Sanders residence—" I interrupted him calmly, "Mom's dead, and Dad's gone mad. The Sanders family is no more, and you'll be spending the rest of your life in prison. Even after all this, do you still care whether I forgive you or not?" Connor was stunned. His lips parted, but nothing came out of them for the longest time. His expression fell instantly.

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"