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asked Jennifer as she was afraid that the monster would come back again. " Am fine, and I don't think he will come back again, since he was the one that let me go, now I can live a peaceful life " said Olivia with a smile on her face.

We were beasts. Dogs caught sticks in between their teeth, but we caught bones and flesh. Man rubbed dogs on their bellies while we put man in our bellies. We were different in so many ways than one. Thinking back to what he said about authors portraying us werewolves as cool and fly often made me smile. What did they know about us? They knew nothing about us, yet they put their imaginations to the test to assume what we look like, what we act like and where live. It was funny. Maybe one day they’ll come see for themselves and think, ‘shit! All I wrote was garbage. So fucking wrong.’

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

Staring at me like I was the only thing I brightened up his life. I knew he was a monster. It’s not like he tried to hide it. A part of me just thinks of one thing. Monsters aren’t born. They are made. And I want to know what turned him into what he is now. I felt Alaina’s eyes on me. I knew she could hear my thoughts and she probably thinks I’m crazy. And if it’s true. Then I would like to say I don’t give a fuck either way.

Jessika Sims is an Australian author of fantasy horror. Her nightmarish monsters are the stars of her writing; created by her real-life fears of spiders, heights, and anything resembling horror. Jessika lives in the suburbs of Port Stephens and uses her experience of the changing landscapes she grew up in to create her own world and characters through her own style of writing. Transamagei is her first novel.

“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.” — Stephen King “Poor girl, you don’t know how much I pitied you every time you came here, thinking she was your friend,” he said, still looking at me.

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 read the titles out loud. “The Devil in Silver by Victor LaValle. The October Country by Ray Bradbury. Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. Last Days by Brian Evenson.” I curl up my lip in disgust. “This is your reading style?” I frown. He glances up. “I like horror.” I widen my eyes. “Boring.” His jaw ticks in annoyance. “What do you like to read?” I purposely bend over, revealing my naked ass. “I like raunch.”

Reproduction, nutrition and an extremely strong territorial behavior. With these first descendants, Doctor Christopher Krynick had created the monsters that now flooded the world and that still pose a threat to every single being on this planet today, almost two decades later. Proles had no natural enemies. They were bigger, faster and stronger than me. Their natural relatives and besides, they felt the need to mate with everything, just kept still long enough. Therefore it was hardly possible to master this plague and it was still questionable which of us would survive in the end. They or we?

BEFORE YOU READ! It's a mature themed book so if you feel uncomfortable at any point in the book, please consider leaving peacefully! For character aesthetics and updates about the book, follow me on Ïñstå. My Id is authorsy56. Enjoy Reading! Author|~S.Y VIOLET When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me stories about monsters. She used to say ‘ Sleep or a monster will come to take you. ’ I never slept after hearing that though. The mention of a monster coming to get me and the thought of being asleep when he might come, made me jump out of bed and be on my guard.