Novel & Cerita The Monster Within Me

Because monsters like me did not flinch at screams anymore. ** follow me on i,n,s,t,a,g,r,a,m: authormiragreen

I’ve murdered a man, torn him to shreds. My breath catches in my throat. Have I become a monster?

I wasn’t human. But what could I be? What part of the monsters group could I possibly belong to?

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

Because there was no way those attackers could have found us without help from someone on the inside. They did that to get to me and honestly… It worked. Because I fucking lost millions of dollars. But whoever it is… won’t be spared once I catch him. “Gosh…!” I muttered, and exhaustively ran a hand over my head. “I need a strong drink to calm myself.” I cursed under my breath as I strode toward my room. After two more minutes, I reached my room. I twisted the handle so hard it nearly came off in my hand before shoving the door open.

"That's impossible… That flash drive has already been—" She suddenly seemed to realize that she'd said something she shouldn't have and immediately shut her mouth. When Raoul saw that I'd slapped her just now, he also marched up to me, ready to fight me to our deaths. At that moment, all of the anger I'd suppressed until then exploded like a volcano. I punched him back in the face and roared, "You all keep calling me a monster and an inhuman animal, but I'm going to show you who the real monster is! You'll see what I'm talking about!"

I had nothing to lose and I didn’t care about losing to start with. I was an outcast, something more inferior to a slave because of what I am. I was labeled as a monster even before I began to exist. I tried to be good. I did everything I could. It didn’t work so I became bad. I became worst and put Satan to shame. The past disrupts me. It makes Rey violent. It brings out the monster in me who likes the taste of blood and the smell of fear. I keep this part suppressed in my deepest depths. Those who’ve seen this part of me know who I truly am.

I know what is inside me runs and burns, but could it also kill me for not being moldable? My wolf has made sure I know he is there the last couple of days. He leaves bites within my abdomen when I'm not paying attention to him. He howls in my sleep, and I'm lucky I live alone. He wants just one time to be able to run free. I want to take the shackles off, that is my human skin. My place isn't anything special, but it causes me to calm down as I roll up to it. Virginia is so dangerous and dirty, but my house is clean and away from the crowds. I had carved out a place for myself in the underbelly of the East Coast.

Her body stiffened, and her eyes widened with shock. “Julie, what’s wrong?” Richard, the male nurse accompanying her, asked with concern. Julie didn’t respond. She ran closer, dropping to her knees beside Elizah’s body. With trembling hands, she removed the cloth covering the girl’s face. In an instant, Julie recoiled, her body trembling violently. “Elizah ....” she whispered in disbelief. “This can’t be.” When Julie tried to embrace her, Elizah screamed in terror. “Aaaah! Monster! Bastard!” she cried, shoving Julie away. Her body twisted wildly, her arms protecting herself as if fighting off a shadow only she could see.

She wasn't the Kira I used to know. “Christine get back here" my mother's voice was already strained due to how she shouted a lot, but that didn't stop me from running. I ran out of the hospital and continued running. The truth remained that no matter how quickly and fast I ran, I couldn't run away from it. The truth and that truth was me. I am a monster. A blood-sucking beast. It was high time I accepted it.