To Marry A Monster Novels & Stories

“Because they all are my children, and I’ll fight everyone like a warrior to protect them of the horrors of this world, even if they come in the shape of my own parents.” “How dare you after everything we’ve done?” Mom whispered harshly. “After everything you’ve done?” I shouted. My stomach constricted with a sharp pain, but I ignored it. “You married me off to Jude so he’d guarantee Dad’s position. You married your own niece off to the monsters from Las Vegas for the same reason, and you want my gratefulness?” I turned, clutching my belly, my heart pounding in my chest. Elia waited in the lobby, his hand on his gun, his eyes narrowed.

"If you don't want to get married anymore... if this is all too much, you can tell me. Is it just cold feet, or is it something else? Are you too overwhelmed?" If only you knew, I thought, my jaw clenching as a cold wave of anger washed over the panic. I don’t want to marry him because he is a monster. Because he is going to steal everything we own, murder my father, and strangle me to death in a locked bathroom...

“Psychopath is dramatic.” “You kidnapped me.” “Fair point.” Instead of responding further, he slid a document toward me. “Sign it.” I glance down. A Three-Year Marriage Contract. He wants me to marry him? …You cannot be serious. “A contract marriage,” he said casually. “You marry me tomorrow. Three years later, you walk away free.” “You’re insane,” “No.” His voice stayed quiet. “Insane men act without purpose.” “Marriage?” I let out a disbelieving laugh. “You kidnap women and force them to marry you?”

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This is a dark mafia romance with morally gray characters, explicit content, and unfiltered emotional intensity. If you’re uncomfortable with dominance, manipulation, violence, psychological tension, or non-traditional relationship dynamics, this book may not be for you. Married to the Monster explores themes of power, control, lust, betrayal, and obsession. The characters are flawed, dangerous, and unpredictable—and that’s exactly the point. This story contains: Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black. High heat, raw passion, graphic intimacy.

Who the fuck knows? “This? This isn’t the way this is going to work.” I rip the paper in half before her eyes. Her mouth drops open, gaze shifting from that scrap of paper up to me. “This, you can have,” I say, holding out the part about letting her go once this is over. She snatches it. “But this?” I rip the other half again, the part that says I won’t touch her—because I will touch her, and we will consummate our union. “This marriage cannot be contested. This won’t work.”

“In name. In blood. In every way that matters.” Each thrust came harder than the last, and still she took it—arching into me, begging for more with every breathless gasp. I reached forward and wrapped her hair around my fist, yanking her head back just enough so she could hear my next words clearly: “You married the monster, baby girl. You don’t get to run from him now.” And the way she moaned? Like she wanted to be destroyed. I didn’t let up. Not when her legs trembled.

I said, my voice like frost. His smirk deepened. “No, Lydia… I have more up my sleeve.” He leaned forward, his eyes glittering with something venomous. “Have you asked your husband why he agreed to marry you?” “What?” “Wasn’t it because of your request? To maintain the treaty between both species?”

They just make the future possible. Dani hooks her arm around mine and kisses my cheek. "Let's go home, babe." If I am a monster, then I am hers. And I have never belonged to anything else completely. … T H E E N D ❤️❤️

They spoke softly together, and Adrian occasionally glanced down at her with a patience he rarely showed anyone. Anyone could see they looked like the real couple. But I was supposed to be the real couple. I was Adrian's betrothed, the girl whose engagement had been arranged since childhood. Our first meeting had been when we were both very young, before my mother died. As a child born of vampire and human blood, I was powerful, yet could never fully control that power. My mother never once called me a monster. She would hold me and say gently, "Elena, you just haven't learned to master your gift yet."

My voice betrayed me; it cracked. He moved closer, his presence looming behind me. “That no one is irreplaceable.” The words pierced deeper than any knife. For a second I thought I would choke on the air. I wanted to scream at him, cry, throw something, slap his face so hard, but all I did was whisper, “You’re a monster.” He let out a short chuckle. “And yet, you married me.” I wanted to scream at him, cry, throw something, slap his face so hard, but all I did was whisper, “You’re a monster.”