To Marry A Monster Novels & Stories

“Then you will die trying,’ she spat as she raised her shirt and showed me the bruises on her stomach, “The more you fight, the more you entice them. They’re animals and they love the hunt.” She turned me back to face the mirror and I thought she was done speaking but then she spoke again in an even quieter voice this time. “You have yet to learn something Charlotte; sometimes it is better to be with a monster and rule alongside him than to have the monster ruling over you.” She said, “Don’t fight this marriage it won’t do you any good. You are in this until death.” I went quiet and she placed a hand on my shoulder, “He is old and you are to be his wife; if he dies after you are married no o

My sight was starting to blur, my knees became a soft jelly, my body was succumbed by pain and so the darkness overtook me. ~ The sounds of footsteps walking towards me awoke my whole being. According to the fresh sweet smell, it's him, the person I hate the most. "How are you, my precious? Have you decided to marry me?" He asked grinning, cupping my face. "No, I will never marry you. I would rather kill myself than to be with a monster like you!" I shouted as loud as I could. Never! Monsters like him do not deserve any of the good things in the world. They deserve hell!

How can he expect me to be calm about getting married to a monster. "You expect me to be happy about my marriage to a monster?" He looked up this time and looked like a father that has failed his daughter. "No Melissa he is not a monster." I can not believe my dad will lie about prince Nelson just to make me marry him. "Dad stop! Stop trying to make me feel good about this marriage." I could not stop the tears anymore. I have heard a lot of stories about how those werewolves look like and what they can do, they are heartless and dangerous to live with. "Just maybe if mom was alive all thus won't happen." Immediately my dad raised Gus head and looked at me.

Beauty hurts and beautiful things are just torture for me. I rub my face and the black mascara and liner covers my eyes and and I wash them off and stand with my pale face in front of the mirror. Yeah! That's me. That's me without anything and I am fine with it. I wipe my face away and plop in my bed without taking shower as I hold my pillow and sob over what happened today. So, I married a monster. I officially married with a monster and now I can't think of running away from him.

That’s what we might be discussing right now… “So you’re going to do what? Make me marry you and keep me locked away here? Or in some horrible place at the ends of the earth? Are you going to cut out my tongue and chop off my hands so I literally can’t tell anyone or write anything? Or are you just going to strap me to a table and give me some memory loss serum and turn me loose back into the world as some tragic person who has no past?” He blinks at me. I think I might actually have succeeded in surprising him, which seems rather monumental at the moment. “Good lord,lady, I’m not a monster,” he splutters. “I wouldn’t do any of that. No, this is me telling you that you’re very lucky. Not bec

I whispered as the sun began to peek over the FUTO horizon, painting the campus in shades of rose and gold. He looked at me, and for the first time in fifty-five chapters, the shadows were gone from his eyes. He leaned in, kissing me with a softness that made the world stand still. It wasn't a kiss of desperation; it was a kiss of peace. "It's over, Elara," he whispered against my lips. "The Monster is dead. Only the man is left."

I pick up the note and forget to breathe when I see the words written there. “My Husband is a monster, and he’ll be the death of me— —*

he whispers before I felt him brush his lips over mine. “ No matter what you do, what you think you needed to do. You are mated to a monster, and that’s a fact that you needed to accept,” he added, brushing my hair out of my face. Monster. Monster. I thought I avoided him to be one, but I think I just turned him more into darkness.

Simon. “It ends here, Isabella….” He said, stepping closer, his eyes showed no emotion, no pity, no fear. “Isn’t it perfect? The heiress of Monroe Enterprises dies a tragic death; her loving husband inherits her wealth.” His voice was cold. Had he planned this all along, planned to end my life? “D-don’t do this….” I barely managed to say everything I wanted to say; it was stuck in my throat. “Please.” I pleaded.

"You seem to like that we're getting a divorce. So I think we shouldn't have to get divorced because I'd rather see your face tormented by my intimidation." I looked at him sharply. He disgusted me, and I couldn't understand what he was saying. "You're completely insane! You're getting married to Cora. How can you keep this marriage going?" He smiled again. That sickening smile. "Why not? After all, our marriage isn't publicized, and no one will realize you're my wife. That way, I can tie you up like a dog and do whatever I want." Damon's words were like a rope around my neck, choking me so that I could hardly breathe and slowly died helplessly. That man was like a terrifying monster to me.