Other Books By The Author Of Monsters We Make Novels & Stories

" I don't get it, what's special about this library and these books?" " You can find anything you want about werewolves, witches, and vampires. Also, they're written by supernatural creatures. Meaning, every piece of information here is a correct one." " Can I find something about hybrids?" I asked him, and with a wink on his face, he answered. " Who knows? Perhaps, or you might also found something that would lead you a step closer to who you are." As I was about to ask him something else, he spoke perverting me from adding any other world.

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

She steps back, already turning away, but not before adding, “And you will be invaluable.” Mae looks at me then, eyes bright and overwhelmed. “So… fire, regret, and peace.” I manage a small smile. “Sounds about right.” As we shoulder our bags and prepare to leave, I can’t shake the feeling that whatever we were before—girls searching for answers—no longer exists. We didn’t just become monsters. We became something else entirely.

I gradually began to feel an itch in my soul. Following the sensation back home, I realized that the power had been cut because the bill was overdue. Everything inside the walk-in freezer began to thaw. Drawn by the sickly sweet scent, rats and cockroaches poured in through tiny holes in the walls. The cloyingly sweet cake was already devoured, but even more cockroaches and rats were gathering inside. I never knew that dead people could look so horrendous. Actually, I had been hiding a secret from Mom. Dad had met with me in private many times.

Wanda asked, her voice softening slightly. I thought of Lucien standing in that study, shaking but refusing to give up. I thought of the way I had let everyone else write my story for twenty-one years. "I realized that if I’m going to be a monster in their eyes anyway, I might as well be a monster who plays the cello."

“You won’t be here for long. Adriano loses interest quickly. He always has.” Nora kept her eyes on her coffee. Alice lowered her voice. “You’re a reminder of the people who destroyed his family. Do you really think he’ll keep you here? You’re temporary.” Nora finally spoke, calm and steady. “If I’m temporary, why do you feel threatened?” Alice’s smile froze for a moment. Then she recovered. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just don’t appreciate strangers ruining what I built.” Nora lifted her gaze. “Whatever you think you built is gone.”

I almost pitied him. Almost. People always ask how monsters are made. As if monsters are crafted in caves by thunder and curses. Nonsense. Monsters are made in cities. By hunger. By humiliation. By watching fools inherit what sharper men built. That city above me was once ruled by wolves. They wore strength like birthright. They hunted openly. They healed quickly. They took human admiration as if it were owed. And we humans? We traded. Served. Negotiated carefully. Smiled upward.

I replied calmly, but she rolled her eyes. "This doesn't suit you, Leonard." She began to speak again, causing my brows to draw together. "I wish you could just be yourself. I mean... A monster behaving like a cute puppy is really scary." The words dropped into my heart, cutting deeply into it. It hurt that she just called me a monster. Elsa was smiling, but then I realized she just wanted to save me some face like she said earlier, and she seemed to be enjoying it, which pierced my heart.

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

He walks away "Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." _Stephen King.