The Monster Inside Me Book Novels & Stories

The warmth of his skin beneath my mouth, the soft gasp he’d made when I licked him, the way my hunger had answered with heat and pleasure. I gripped the edge of the basin until my knuckles whitened. “I’m losing myself,” I whispered. The girl I had been—poor, desperate, hungry for a future—felt miles away. Something else lived inside me now. Something that wanted. Something that knew what blood tasted like. And wanted more. My knees buckled. I slid to the floor beside the basin, pressing my forehead against the cool wood of the cabinet. “I’m a monster.” “No.” The word drifted like smoke from the shadows.

It was too vivid, too real to dismiss. It pleasured me against my will, forcing a release that left me shaking and hollowed out. No amount of silver, no holy scripture, could stop it. I’m tired. I’ve tried everything, yet I can’t escape this life. I am a monster.” --- Clap! The sound of a sharp clap echoed through the room as the book slammed shut. The figure holding the book lingered for a moment. It then used his fingers to trace over the worn leather cover and the grooves of the embossed initials: R.H.—Raven’s diary.

I snatched it from his hands then hugged it tightly. It's the book that always with me, yet I think I lose it the day I fell on the building as I can't see it in my apartment anymore. I prevented myself to smile. "Night, please don't be angry with us. " My forehead wrinkled at Kill's word. "We saved you, but in return, you became like us, monsters."

After everything he did, just because I was still alive, everything was fine? “Fine? Do you even know what I have ended up being because of you? I am the monster of the tales that mothers tell their kids to scare them. I had thought of myself as the monster too until I knew what you did. Now I know that there can be monsters in human skin too and that monsters can be more human than you could ever be.” “What monster? If you are trying to scare us, try harder because I have seen worse threats than a little girl who could handle a little magic.”

Omg, world is such a wonderful place where a demon is uncountable like this person who' scolding me like I did something terible. At first, I thought monsters were like a creepy creatures with a different type of colors with wings or sometimes one eyes. Now, That I'm adult. I realized that monster are inside in person's body. I can't take to realized how cruel this wold. I'm feeling sad right now, not in this book but real inside. ""Hello, Samantha Laurene. According to my staff all your documents are qualified to be my body guard. I already task my staff for your illegal fire arms. So, you will work under me, starts in tomorrow.""

Everything is beeping and screeching, and drool is coming out of my mouth. I'm exhausted from getting shot twice, but my healing process is taking care of it already. I'm. A. Monster. While turning into a prisoner sucks, part of me doesn't want Amelia to find out just how much of a freak I am. If she sees me surviving getting shot, then who knows what might happen.

Louis muttered, glancing back at me before moving back out to the dock where they were setting up to fish late into the evening. "He ain't wrong, but the next time I hear you call yourself a monster," Beau said, helping me off the counter I was perfectly capable of hopping off myself. "I might tan that pretty behind of yours so mind you keep those thoughts to yourself," he growled low into my ear, something churned low in my stomach, was it the threat? His stance? The drop in octave of his voice or the vibration I felt from his chest without him touching me? I wasn't sure, but I was ending it. "Do I need to remind you I almost killed a man from inside my head, Beau? Just because my monster d

Which is why I have left the sanctuary of my study tonight, to get more blood. The monster inside me is threatening to take over, and if he wins the battle within me, then I cannot stop him from killing. I have been starving him for days and the bags of blood don’t taste the same as it does fresh from the vein. He hates it, but there are bigger things at play here than his greed and they have to take precedence.

I could feel the other presence in my body, making it self present that we both share it and open my eyes all of a sudden. My lids turn into a colour as that of a bloodshot, crimson red and soon, I am connected to my inner core, to my monster. By the way, we haven't talked in a very long time, in this manner, where he is able to have a spirit of his own, his essence, able to talk individually, and not from the inside of our core. My monster begins, "you have not summoned me because of that unnecessary meeting, have you?" Fine, he's pissed and he wishes to lash it out at me.

Because now the darkness was inside me. The voices were no longer out there—they lived in me now. They were me. Echoing in every pulse, every thought. "You thought you could outrun it." "You made your bed in blood." "This is where monsters go when they die." "You wanted escape? You don’t deserve escape." “You think loving her will save you?” “You think she could ever love this?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I broke. Completely. Tears I didn’t feel slid down my face. I gasped like a drowning man, but nothing filled my lungs.