The Monster Inside Novelas e Histórias

“I can see that.” “There is a murderous woman living inside my head.” “That is definitely inconvenient.” I stared at her. She gave my hands a squeeze, and beneath her attempt at humour, I finally noticed something strange about her too. She was worried, she looked very worried but she was not surprised enough. “You’re not a monster,” she said more seriously. “I don’t care what voice you heard or what colour your eyes decided to become today. You are still you.” “How do you know?” “Because you’re standing here terrified that you might hurt people. Monsters usually don’t lose their shit wondering whether they’re monsters.”

“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?”

My fingers trembled, the rifle slipping from my grip and clattering to the forest floor. The beast snarls, a low sound that vibrates through my teeth. It wants to finish them, to end the threat with a single swipe of its massive claws. I could feel its claws digging into my mind, trying to prick the thin thread of my humanity. I close my eyes, breathing hard, and picture her, her smile, her eyes, the way she whispered, “Don’t be afraid to run.” "Even if you're a monster, it's for good, you'd never hurt anyone"

Her upper and lower teeth were chattering uncontrollably. This person… thing before her… was a monster! How could a human possibly fight a monster? And why did such a monster even exist? The apocalypse was already bad enough—why did monsters have to appear too? "What exactly are you?" Christina roared, summoning the last of her courage. Number 114 thought for a moment. "I am… a monster your dad created." "Ah—!" Christina screamed as the woman plunged a fruit knife into her body, pushing it in inch by inch. The pain made tears stream down her face.

Next we should be able to find the witch, the one who was responsible for the death of my people. My hands heated as it obeyed me and the monsters neck started to harden and then crumble. Bits of dirt, like sand, started to fall apart and slide down it’s chest. I tightened my grip but noticed skin. I released it and stepped back in shock. There was someone inside of the mud monster. This hadn’t happened when I fought the one in my training session or with the one I’d faced just before. “What is it?” Clara asked. “What’s wrong?” Nyx asked.

"Oh, but you do. You're a desperate man. Desperate for him to see past the monster, to see the man beneath it. But he won't. He'll run." Something inside me snapped. I slammed my fist down on the table, making the coffee cup jump. "Shut up, Frank." Frank had a tougher skin than I thought. He didn't even flinch. Instead, he leaned back, his eyes shining with satisfaction. "There it is. The monster within. I thought it disappeared." "What do you want, Frank?" He shrugged, unbothered by my anger. "A simple check in. I want you out of my town, and back to whatever monstrous place you came from."

The Vale shook with a new reality-- If Kaiden stayed, I lived. He would go... the monster within me would come up. But there was one more truth under it. If he kept holding me-- One day it would attempt to kill him. And succeed. The Vale was starting to shut on us, and it was telling us a thousand ancient things. Kaiden pulled me closer. I am not going you, Akira, he said to himself. And the monster inside me-- --the one that had been long before the moon had made wolves-- opened its eyes again.

A feeling not known before. Ready to jump. But he froze on the spot when he saw Tom strangling her. Melissa's eyes darkened. The monster in me, which had not made itself felt for many years, woke up and demanded that I immediately deal with the offenders. All muscles vibrated. The pulse quickened. The monster inside growled ferociously, and not because he wanted to kill bloodthirstyly, he, like me, wanted to protect the girl. Without hesitating for another second, he jumped down.

I gradually began to feel an itch in my soul. Following the sensation back home, I realized that the power had been cut because the bill was overdue. Everything inside the walk-in freezer began to thaw. Drawn by the sickly sweet scent, rats and cockroaches poured in through tiny holes in the walls. The cloyingly sweet cake was already devoured, but even more cockroaches and rats were gathering inside. I never knew that dead people could look so horrendous. Actually, I had been hiding a secret from Mom. Dad had met with me in private many times.

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .