The Monster Within Me Novels & Stories

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

And in the fire, I saw myself, I was the flames destroying everything in its path, taking everything and leaving nothing in its wake. My father always did say I was a monster. A bomb waiting to explode, waiting to kill everyone and although the bastard had always been cruel to the ten-year-old me, he was right though. I was…a monster and I embraced it like armor, an insignia walking with it like my brand name so everyone could understand that. “Not all of us have the luxury of being protected by a billionaire husband” And it was the motherfucking truth whether she liked it or not. She might have aroused me, might have bewitched my dick to throb every time she stared at me with those azure ey

“But I had to get home to you. Now that I am, I don’t know how to stop. I don’t know how to stop being the monster.” “I see…” “I know what you want, and I wish I could give it to you, but I’m afraid of myself.” Katherine was quiet for a moment, and I didn’t dare look at her. I turned away, facing our son’s crib, fearing I might hurt him too. Maybe I was truly a monster. Perhaps there was no difference between me and the Dark Ones. Then Katherine surprised me by wrapping her arms around me and pulling me close. I broke down, tears streaming down my face, though I stifled any sounds. She held me tight, and I was so grateful to be back in her embrace.

Monster? Hell no! Anzania was no monster. Matt didn't know what a real monster was. I know it very well. Came face to face with it and lived under its roof. I know exactly what a monster was and I don't think Anzania was that. When my parents loved me irregardless of me telling them I'm attracted to women... I was so happy. I've watched news and heard stories about parents disowning their own flash and blood once they discovered they were homosexuals. So for me it was something special to be loved for me still.

I cried. Wait! Was I talking to him or his statue? Did he hear me or I was wasting my time? "I think my mom is already done with the monster by now."I thought before summoning her in my room. "Artie. Anu? H.How did this happen to him? Who did this?"mother breathed the moment she appeared in the room. "His mom did this to him. I wonder how a mother would think of hurting her own child."I said sounding surprised.

It only made me want to taint her. “I'm yours, daddy,” she whispered into my ears, making my cock throb in my pants. I could feel it begging to be released, and in one swift move, I put her down in the lounge, unbuckling my belt, a cruel smirk coming to rest on my lips. She had awakened the monster, and now she was going to take it like the slut she was. Binding her hands with the belt, I pulled her to her knees in front of me, pulling off my shorts to let my hardened cock spring free.

Zadkiel stated, denying every possible way he could. “Then who are you? The way you’re denying it, it seems like you had some guess in your mind. You seem disappointed.” Abel narrowed his eyes on his best friend and stood before him to be more intimidating. “I don’t know. I always thought whatever I had inside me is some angry demon and can do harm to anyone but deep down I knew it wouldn’t because it is as scared to hurt anyone as I am. A werewolf is a wild creature. A werewolf kills with no remorse. I can’t be that worse.” Zadkiel shrugged. He was embarrassed the second those words left his mouth. He hoped for anything but not a werewolf but if he was being honest he was always scared deep

“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

But her voice wormed into my thoughts, whispering doubts I wasn’t ready to face. My gaze drifted to Damien, his shoulders tense, fists still clenched. He didn’t respond to her taunt, but I knew it reached him too. And in that moment, I realized something that made my chest ache with fear and something else I didn’t want to name: monsters weren’t always the ones outside. Sometimes they lived in the same house, under the same roof, sharing the same blood. And sometimes, the worst monster was the one you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.

He didn’t want to ruin me anymore. He wanted to claim me. And that’s what terrified me more than death ever could. Because if you know anything about monsters, it’s this: They don’t always knock. Sometimes... they whisper your name from inside the walls.