The Monster Inside Me Book Novels & Stories

The people love me. But then they realize that the man they’ve pledge their lives to killed members of their pack in the ancient, old labyrinth downstairs, their perception of who I am to them might change. They might begin to look at me as if I am a monster, when the monster in fact is sitting amongst them. I groaned, slamming the hand on the current book. I wasn’t finding what I was looking for, and my mind is too scrambled to pay attention to the current information I was looking at in the book.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

Just books. I curled into a ball without even thinking, knees pulled up to my chest, arms folded tightly as if trying to hold myself together—because something inside me had already started to come apart. The blanket was still halfway tucked under the sheets, but I grabbed it anyway, yanked it over my head like a child hiding from monsters in the dark. Only this time, the monster wasn’t under the bed. It was inside me. It was inside my head to be precisely questioning everything. Why did he leave?

​Her Inner Struggle ​I backed away from him, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I wanted to scream, to break the screens, to tear the books off the shelves until there was nothing left but dust. But as I looked at the thermal feed of the men waiting at the bottom of the mountain, a sickening realization began to take root. ​He had created a world where he was the only monster I was allowed to be afraid of. He had killed every other option. ​I turned and ran—not to him, but away, back through the labyrinth of marble and stone, until I reached the safety of the library wing. I slammed the door and leaned against it, gasping for air.

It was pure chaos around me, and they were all looking at me like I was a monster. Maybe they were right; I was a monster. I stumbled backward, once, then twice. I wanted to apologize, but the words wouldn’t make it past my throat. Spinning on my heels, I ran out of the library. I was a monster—dangerous. My wolf was dangerous, and today she just proved how bad it was. I attacked an entire room. What would I have done if my wolf hadn’t fully taken control? How long was this going to go on? How long was I going to live in fear of what she might do when she was upset?

" I turned around to look where Tamara was because her voice fielded the silent night in the forest. The midnight birds and animals stop because of that. Even if the monster who is choking my neck stopped as well. They suddenly look at each other. My eyes got wider when the woman's hands suddenly got longer and the edge of it was so sharp she was living proof that the monster was real. She was choking me to death and there's nothing I can do because she has a strong grip on my neck. I couldn't even move a bit. She reminds me exactly of Tamara. A monster inside but there was still beauty left in her. Wait? Was this woman Tamara's mom? That explains why they have the same temper and maybe the

She dared not hope for more in fear of being disappointed again. "What will you do now?" He wondered. "I am sure there will be someone else to like." She lied. She was not sure. William went back to reading his book. "Is it frightening?" she wondered. "No. It is sad." He seemed so engrossed in it and read it with a frown on his face. Angelica was becoming too curious, but didn't want to interrupt him. When he finally fell asleep she took the book and began to read it. It was about a man and a monster. Both trapped in the same body. Both being each other's companions in sorrow and pain. The man was tortured. He didn't want to be with the monster that kept growing inside his body and having mo

The necklace and wrist lace the Oer monk gave me shoned green,the monsters scrawled out in their numbers to protect and fulfil their master's will and command,but this time a true seeker had Come,they rushed upon me to devour me , but they saw the shining necklace and wrist lace green all over, maybe they ascertained i was worthy to take the book of Santacas, immediately they all bowed to me. I was surprised ,and then i took the book , and immediately it suddenly seemed that i lost something, and gained something much bigger, I felt new!, A whole new energy, strength and power was all rushing through my veins, ,I opened the book and the monsters disappeared….I knew I had finally became a mon

My eyes, that I closed instinctively, shoot open, the veins in my neck disappearing once more. It’s like there is a monster that already exists inside me on sleeping mode. This monster keeps appearing and disappearing. It’s all about letting that monster come out from inside me or not. No matter what…I will always choose to push this monster back inside. This animalistic side of me should never empower my real self. “ Better? ” He asks, knowing well that he controlled me by just kissing me. It’s scary, even more scary than letting the monster come out. “ Of course. ” I whisper in a low tone. My eyes go down to my bare body and blood rushes to my face, turning it beet red.