Still Monster Romanized Mga Nobela at Kwento

Because what could he possibly say? Vera stared up at him, blinking past the blur, her voice hoarse and barely there. “Don't hurt me,” The words came out not just as a statement, but a question. As if she still couldn’t believe he did it. As if a part of her still wanted to be wrong. Roman didn’t answer. “You’re a monster,” she whispered, more certain this time. “You’re everything they said you were.” His lips parted slightly, but no words followed. Only the sound of the waves crashing somewhere beyond the walls, and the drip… drip… drip of water from the faucet.

I pulled his hand toward my chest, letting him feel the steady, frantic beat of my heart. "We’re writing a new story now, Julian," I said, my voice barely a whisper over the sound of the waves. "In this story, the monster saves the queen, and the queen... she shows the monster that he was always a king in disguise. You're in every chapter from here on out."

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

I see your monsters, I see your pain. Tell me your problems, I'll chase them away. I 'll be your lighthouse, I'll make it okay. When I see your monsters, I'll stand out so brave and chase them all away He finishes strumming his guitar, and now he's looking directly into my eyes. I don't know if it is because of his power or not, but I feel my whole system is calming down whenever I am with him, even though he also betrays me.

After saying that, Jonas rushed in the direction they took to enter Sin Capital, and Cesar followed suit. They had just walked a few hundred meters when a loud scream resounded throughout Sin Capital, followed by a ferocious roar. Roar! “Oh no, let’s go!” Jonas said in shock. He rushed out of the city even faster than before, and Cesar dared not delay either. At the same time, a ray of light suddenly shone over Sin Capital. The light was dim and shone from all the rooms, reflecting on a huge black shadow. The black shadow appeared in front of everyone's eyes. It was a monster unlike anything anyone had seen before. It looked like a combination of a dragon, a tiger, a phoenix, and a turtle. I

Dominic caught the scent of my sudden fear instantly, a dark, mocking smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re scared of me,” he murmured, his voice a dangerously quiet, gravelly purr that vibrated across the dead space between us. He leaned forward slightly over the body, bringing his sharp, chiseled features into my field of vision. “Good. If last night wasn’t clear enough for you in my chambers… now you know why they call me the Monster Alpha King. Now you know exactly what happens when someone betrays me or alters my protocols.”

At the very next second, an infuriated shriek rang out. "Cameron Stuart, you lunatic!" I turned around and saw Natalie.

The monitor flickered, the static clearing to reveal the dark, opulent study of Roman’s primary compound. Roman sat behind his massive obsidian desk, his tailored grey suit immaculate, his hands folded calmly over a gold tipped cane. He looked entirely unaffected by the storm that had torn my world apart. He looked down at me through the camera lens like a scientist observing a dying insect. "You look haggard, Victor," Roman said, his smooth, baritone voice echoing through the basement speakers with chilling clarity. "I assumed a man of your experience would have composed himself before initiating a Level-One priority transmission."

“Roman?” Reyna wasn't sure it was him but the voice was unmistakable, she wondered what he was doing there at that moment. Had he been following them? “You just don't know when to rest, do you Romero.” Jones shook his head at Roman. “It's Roman, Roman Knight.” Roman answers him, his voice holding a powerful authority. “I apologize.” Jones said, “Romanus.” He said with a mischievous smile. “I won't waste my time with you.” Roman glared at Jones, walking towards Reyna.