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I felt hurt every time she called me a monster or referred to me as cold-blooded, and yes, I was going to behave like one. "Did you just find out? Huh?" I mocked, my words wrapped with feigned satisfaction, as my lips parted with smiles. As soon as she heard my words, she wiped the tears that had stained her face off, but they wouldn't stop flowing like a broken dam. The sight of it pierced my heart again, but I just couldn't stop myself from holding onto that title. “The earlier you start doing what this demon and venomous monster wants, the better for you, because that's who I am.” I yelled, my eyes burning with wrath.

And that terrified him. Kristen had looked at him like he was more than a monste, like he was a good man. And deep down, he believed her. But belief is dangerous. It makes you soft. And softness is fatal in his world. Carlo collapses into a chair, overwhelmed. He’s a feared man, a killer. But now he’s haunted by the memory of Kristen’s breathless gasp, the warmth of her skin, and the sound of her crying behind a locked door.

“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

Mike tried to say. "Don't you get it? I don't deserve to be helped, I'm a monster." he said amidst tears, he can't stop himself from crying. He just couldn't, he had hurt that innocent girl. He doesn't deserve to live, "I'm a monster," he kept saying repeatedly, Maria couldn't stop herself from breaking down. She can't bear to see her son like this, It was breaking her heart. Chris kept screaming and shouting at them "Mr Williams I need your help, I need you to hold him for me while I sedate him" Mike said.

“But if the monsters in the video actually do exist, doesn't that mean that the werewolves might also exist?” “Yes, yes, it actually does, because if THE UNKNOWN is actually a monster like the video portrays, it could mean that Lady Anaya is a werewolf as well, but we know Lady Anaya, and we've loved and trusted her for years, and all she's done is keep the peace in society. The unknown, on the other hand, just wants to cause more and more protests, riots, and eventually wars. So I think the ones we should be afraid of are not the werewolves, but the monsters who call themselves THE UNKNOWN,” the protester replied, then ran back to join the other protesters.

I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home . My mom had died when I was 15, Belle was only 11 at that time. And just when I thought things couldn't get worse ,our dad married again . At first I thought that maybe Belle and I could find comfort in her , that she would at least try to be good to us , but my worse fears came true .

I said. I was convinced in the movies I watched then that only at night do monsters that live in the forest attack. "The ferocious creature doesn't choose when to attack its prey, whether in the morning or at night," he said directly, still not looking at me. He just kept walking. “Monsters of war are terrified. They will not hesitate to eat you especially when you are alone.” "It's scary," I said.

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.

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

“Theo likes you.” “Theo likes everybody. That child would probably befriend a serial killer.” A small laugh escaped my lips before I covered my mouth quickly. Vanessa clicked her tongue dramatically. “And who’s feeding us, huh? Because I barely have enough money to feed myself.” “You literally spend your salary on smoke and tequila.” “And whose business is that?” “You’re unbelievable.” “No, you are.” She grumbled. “I swear if this child starts calling me mommy, I’m billing you.”