Steven Universe I Am My Monster Mga Nobela at Kwento

I didn’t move. He laughed, waving me over again. “Come on, sex demon. This is your element, isn’t it? Succubi know how to have fun.” The words grated. Sex demon. Like that’s all I was. A toy. A thing. I set my glass down—hard. Stood. Walked out. But not before the doors burst open behind me. Steven. Wild-eyed, hair disheveled, storming in like a man with nothing left to lose. “You sick fuck!” he roared at the director. “You think you can hide forever? Those kids—Jenkins is rotting in a cell because of you! I know what you do. I’ve seen the files. You’re done!”

"That's impossible… That flash drive has already been—" She suddenly seemed to realize that she'd said something she shouldn't have and immediately shut her mouth. When Raoul saw that I'd slapped her just now, he also marched up to me, ready to fight me to our deaths. At that moment, all of the anger I'd suppressed until then exploded like a volcano. I punched him back in the face and roared, "You all keep calling me a monster and an inhuman animal, but I'm going to show you who the real monster is! You'll see what I'm talking about!"

He probes further, and I give him the same answer. “Yes.” “Then I guess there’s nothing to worry about, but I must warn you if we find out you lied in this meeting about your powers then no one can save you from the fate ahead, Luna Andrea.” I flinched when his eyes changed colors from red to blue, then golden before going back to his original color brown. “Is that a threat, Steven?” Dante asked, but Steven just shrugged. “That’s the end of the meeting.” Elder Steven said, and a growl of disapproval came from Dave and his cohort.

Steven just stared at Emily sharply, and changed the color of his eyes to red, making Emily very surprised, because it was the first time she saw the other side of Steven. "Why? Are you afraid?” Steven said and changed his eyes back. “Who…who are you?” Emily said. "I'm Steven," Steven said. “But…how did you change your eyes like that? You almost gave me a heart attack,” Emily said and Steven just laughed. "They call me a monster, but I'm no different from them, I'm also human, having an inner wolf, a Don, and an Alpha are different things. I have to be able to restrain myself so that the two don't mix and turn me into something bad. You know how I feel about Angel, that's another me, but cho

I began, but my dad cut me off with a scowl. "Enough with the unnecessary pleasantries, come here." I hid my hurt and walked towards them, trying not to gag at Steve's putrid breath. "Is this the Omega?" he asked, his voice dripping with an otherworldly intensity. My parents nodded, pushing me towards him as if offering me up. Steve laughed, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "I smell like death because I am a witch from the underworld," he explained, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I didn't dare ask what the underworld was, fearing what other terrors he might reveal.

The stench of blood, the sounds of chaos, the sights of decapitated and dismembered bodies and squashed brains of those people who dared to snatch her away from me was all I could see and think of and I couldn't suppress the monster in me that basked in the promise of havoc and war. And completely letting go of that one last string of restraint, I became one with that monster that had been tucked away for years, that monster that I had forced to go into hibernation, that monster that had begged to be let loose from the thick, frosty shackles of calmness and restraint since that night that had plagued my night and day, until she came along. I don't know when the deal became sealed when the ha

“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?”

"And what are you doing?" "Since my identity has been blown, then I don't think there's any reason to continue this pretense. I hate you with everything in me and can't wait to have your beating heart in my palm." Steven replied. He bit down on his palm and fed it to the maid who kept trying to struggle. Then he broke her neck before she could infect him with her werewolf bite. "What are you doing?" Ashley, who had shown up with Kyle, asked. In fact, she knew there was something off about Steven's appearance from the forest.

"I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU." Caleb's eyes frantically darted through the crowd before he completely lost his temper. "Even if I contracted an STD, it's my body. I'll take full responsibility for whatever consequences come my way. I don't regret it, and I don't need random people judging me!" "Your body?" I repeated as my eyelashes fluttered slightly. "Isn't my liver in your body?" Given Caleb's endless cycle of destructive habits, I wasn't surprised the day his liver failed. I had firmly resolved not to help him again, but when I saw h

Not yet. Maverick didn't look convinced at all. “I just don't understand how someone can look and act so normal and then turn into a monster so easily.” His voice was shaking, and Bella could tell the sedative was wearing off. At first, she had been reluctant to keep the truth of him being a repressed fleur wolf like she had been from him, but now she knew that Ulric and Victor were right. He couldn't handle it, not now. “Brendan would never hurt you, sweetie,” she said, stroking his hair. “I can promise you that. The wolves might look like monsters, but Steven was the only monster you really had to fear, and he can't hurt you anymore.”