The Monster Inside Novelas e Histórias

It’s funny how silence feels heavier than screaming. When I was small, I thought silence meant safety — that if you sat still enough, breathed quiet enough, the monsters in the walls would forget you were there. I know better now. Monsters don’t need noise. Monsters feed on the parts of you that never learned how to run. I’ve been gone for weeks. They say no one saw me slip into the river. Maybe they’re right. Maybe they’re lying to themselves because the truth is too ugly: that they wanted to believe the water could wash me clean.

He stopped himself. "No, this is about you. You are unique. You get to be a complete little monster. You get to know what happens when you give yourself to someone who wants nothing but the sound of your defiance and fear turning to abandon. Turning to lust. That's what your Daddy does. That's all your Daddy wants. That's why I'm here with you now. All we have is now, little monster. It exists outside of everything we've ever known. This exists outside of anyone who ever violated their invitation to touch you, to know you."

“Why won’t you come with me, to the hospital.” “No. I’m never going there. Everyone will see me.” He went silent since I sounded so desperate about staying away from people. “There is a demon inside me, Zeke. I can’t stay with people. I am a danger,” I continued feeling my tears falling down from my eyes. It hurts me thinking about my situation but I can’t do anything about it. Finally, he is done tying all my limbs and I can no longer move that much. “I will help you get rid of your demon,” he uttered.

Wanda asked, her voice softening slightly. I thought of Lucien standing in that study, shaking but refusing to give up. I thought of the way I had let everyone else write my story for twenty-one years. "I realized that if I’m going to be a monster in their eyes anyway, I might as well be a monster who plays the cello."

"You ungrateful little bitch! We never should have brought you back! You were a curse from the day you were born! A cold, emotionless monster!" There it was. The truth they’d painted over with family photos and forced dinners. A monster. Maybe he was right. "Finally, something we agree on," I said, my voice eerily pleasant. I slammed my palm down on the cheap IKEA coffee table between us. "I am a monster. And monsters eat their young. Get out. Now." The sound wasn't a slam. It was a crack. A spiderweb of fractures erupted from under my hand, racing across the laminated surface. Then, with a groan of surrendering particleboard, the entire table collapsed into a heap of splinters and shame.

He had been an unwanted illegitimate son and to force him into their world, they made him watch his own mother die. "He stayed in that house with her corpse for three whole days and nights." Nathaniel stared at me, his voice sharp, almost vengeful. "When they finally pulled him out, he didn’t say a single word. He was just... a hollow puppet." Liam suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder. I ignored him, my eyes fixed on Liam in the video. When was this taken? It had to be overseas because most of the people in the background were foreigners. How had he felt, undergoing treatment in a place so unfamiliar while being all alone with no one by his side?

I made a plan that night to end her. The next night my parents had a big important party with some of my father’s clients from work. I knew that Rose would be over. When she arrived my mother kissed my forehead and left with my father. The sun hadn’t set yet so I asked Rose to go for a walk with me. She agreed and we took off into the woods behind my house. I got ahead of her and then made her think she had lost me. While she frantically looked for me I snuck behind her. I found a large piece of wood and crept up behind her. She heard the brush below my feet break as I approached her and quickly turned around. I then unleashed the Monster inside me. It was bru

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

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

“Yes, mummy says we should always look for the moral in every story.” Katrina was torturing me even though she wasn’t here. I sighed, searching for something in the book that could help but nothing. I folded my hands and thought about it for a while, realizing something. “Beauty comes from within. No matter how pretty or handsome one is if the person does bad things and hurts people, he or she is ugly…” Hilda’s stare was enchanting, like her mother’s. “…and when the crimes they commit become a part of him, he becomes a true monster.” A monster. That’s what I am. Things might be different now but a monster remains a monster, doesn’t it? I’ve done terrible things to unsuspecting wolves and I’v