Of Men And Monsters Novels & Stories

“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.

Connor spoke in a low voice as if he expected someone to hear him. Pete had a nice smile and warm inviting eyes but when it came down to it he was a monster of the worst kind, Glory had a weak smile on her face as she looked to the house then the car that rested alone in the driveway. Like a sleeping beast dead to the world but with a simple touch could be rumbling in seconds. There were plenty of times that they wished for nothing more than to run away but they knew no matter how far they ran they would find them. “What would be the point? They are monsters but they are monsters that own us the moment we try to make a run for it we will be dead there are more of them than they are of us.” G

I couldn’t get over how familiar it all was to me, I had been here, I had seen these things. My feet stood firmly against the soft moist ground of another place I recognized, I must have zipped through about thirty places at least, that I could count, some moving too fast for me to hold on to, others like this one allowing me to stop and observe. This place was filled with men that looked like monsters, they were large, way too large to be human. And they seemed more like beasts in every way.

“This town has been peaceful for decades, and I planned on keeping it that way. I will not stop until we find the ‘monsters’ that did this to Corina….” At the mere mention of that very same word Corina mentioned in the interview, a freight train of nostalgia crashed against my chest, preventing my lungs from functioning. I found it hard to keep myself upright, hands pressed against my suddenly pounding heart, knocking all the oxygen out of my body. ‘Monsters.’ Flashes of the two men and the wolf fighting for dominance as Corina cries for help. The man who punched a hole in her chest, his face… I’m seeing it again, and when I glanced on the side of the stage, I saw a glimpse of his side profi

Just endless black. My hands immediately flew to her belly. Fear knotted my throat. Still, I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “You’re not the first monsters I’ve met,” I said, lifting her chin. “You won’t be the last.” One of the shadows tilted its head, as if curious. As if… awed. And then,suddenly,they were no longer shadows. Three men stood in their place. Rough-looking. Cold eyes. Real, solid hatred on their faces.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This is a dark mafia romance with morally gray characters, explicit content, and unfiltered emotional intensity. If you’re uncomfortable with dominance, manipulation, violence, psychological tension, or non-traditional relationship dynamics, this book may not be for you. Married to the Monster explores themes of power, control, lust, betrayal, and obsession. The characters are flawed, dangerous, and unpredictable—and that’s exactly the point. This story contains: Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black. High heat, raw passion, graphic intimacy.

Walking through the hallway, I pushed the men's restroom open, catching sight of the man dabbing his hands with a wipe. “Missed me, daddy?” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. “Don't test me,” He muttered, yet there was no irritation in his voice. Only warning. He turned around, his cold eyes resting onto me. I should have shivered and cowered away. After all, this man was feared throughout the city–the number one business tycoon that got whatever he wanted through any means. Yet, I trailed my painted nails from his chin to his Adam's apple, and down to his chest, teasing him.

My fists tightened. “I called their names in our language, switching between my human and wolf form, searching. But there was nothing, no scent, no trace. Then I reached the riverbank.” His jaw clenched, teeth grinding. “There were men in dark cloaks. Their scent told me what they were, vampires. They were laughing, smoking… and roasting something.” I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. He didn’t even glance at me.

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

I could see blood all over their hands, mouths, and clothes. "Deer are now more tasty than bears," George said with his mouthful. I could swear that my head spun for about three seconds. My grip tightened on my mum's medication. I looked around the room filled with huge horrifying men. I should be out of here…these men…they were not human… They were monsters. The room became cold, and I felt a shiver run through my skin. The men had elongated ears, flat noses, and hairy faces. Their teeth stood out with long fangs at each corner, and their eyes were an element of different colors.