To Marry A Monster 소설 & 이야기

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

The urge to laugh bubbled inside me, because it still feels stupid to have seen myself getting married to that monster. “Well, in that dream, I was getting married.” The expression on his face was mixed, I couldn't explain it. “I uhm… I was excited. I was happy, because I believed it was you and I. Unfortunately, I wasn't getting married to you.” “Then who?” At this point, I was certain that look told how jealous he had silently become. I hesitated. God, the silence stretched; it felt like eternity. How was I supposed to tell him it was the Rogue king who stood at the end of the aisle? How would I explain to him that I was excited about getting married to a monster?

“What are you talking about, Rudolph?” I snapped, breaking free from the monster's grasp. “I absolutely refuse to marry this man!” No way, never in a million years! Even the heavens forbid that! Rudolph had the audacity to motion for me to calm down. Calm down? After everything that's happened? I should just magically calm down?! I spun around, locking eyes with the terrifying monster who stood before me, then shifted my gaze to Rudolph. “You're out of your mind if you think I'll marry the man who murdered my parents! A complete stranger—"

Dante took my arm and led me aside, just far enough for whispers. I turned my face up to him, veil trembling over my lips. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you. I don’t want to marry you.” He studied me in silence. His jaw was sharp, his eyes unreadable. Then his lips curved again, slow, dangerous. “You don’t have to want it,” he murmured. “You just have to do it.” My breath caught. “You’re a monster.” His smile widened. “And now, I’m your monster.”

He began to move towards me, his face an inscrutable mask that offered no clues about his intentions. I hugged myself tightly, clutching at the thin fabric of my nightdress as my tears resumed their relentless descent. With nowhere to run or hide, I had no choice but to remain rooted to the spot, allowing him to metaphorically corner me. He stopped just a few feet away, his towering figure effectively caging me in. "In my experience, only monsters can truly love other monsters" he stated, his tone a curious mix of amusement and revulsion "Your husband is a monster, so that leads me to wonder... what does that make you? Feel free to convince me otherwise, if you ever find your voice again"

My attention to her is real but playful instead of lustful. "I'm sure your husband loved you," I respond, but Caleb won't hold off his trigger much longer. "You seem like the type that was well loved." “ I was well loved before I fell in with a monster. He told them I was a murderer. Can you imagine trying to tell an eight-year-old why he has to leave his mommy? I haven’t seen my son in sooo long. And when you pull that trigger, like I know you’re going to, I won’t ever see him again.” She is right that I will pull it.

My mind went blank, and I grabbed her hand, asking, "Will you marry me? Grandma wants to see me get married before she leaves this world." Megan froze, and I suddenly realized what I had just asked of her. I let go of her hand and was about to apologize when I heard her say, "Sure. I always carry my ID with me." When Brenda called me, the staff was already guiding Megan and me through a souvenir photoshoot, which we both found quite awkward. Hearing Brenda's custom ringtone, I couldn't help but space out for a moment. Next to me, Megan was starting to look uneasy, too.

Only this time, on the operating table, I died of an amniotic fluid embolism. In the following lives. I tried various methods to change everything. I even tried to mate with someone else in advance. But my intended mate would die unexpectedly before the ceremony. Another time, I went abroad directly. Completely staying away from any environment that might intersect with Kael. But later, I would be diagnosed with a high-risk pregnancy in a foreign land. And the only top obstetrician who could handle my situation was Kael, who had become a famous doctor. Just like this, repeating the cycle.

"Celie, you must listen to us. Only by marrying Gideon, the giant shark, will you ever know true happiness." My parents clutched my younger sister's hands, their voices coaxing and insistent. The moment I heard those words, I knew—my biased parents had been reborn as well. For generations, the women of our family had been bound to orc marriages. In our generation now, only my sister and I remained. In our previous life, two suitors came forward: Gideon, the giant shark beastman, and Felix, the hawk beastman.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.