You're An Irredeemable Monster Novels & Stories

"And I am done being lonely." He leaned his head back against the stone wall. He closed his eyes. "I killed them all," he whispered. "The Council. The Primevals. Hundreds of lives." "You saved thousands," I reminded him. "You saved the world Victor." "I am a monster," he said. "A useful monster but still a monster." "No," I said firmly. I reached up and cupped his face. I forced him to look at me. "A monster doesn't care," I said. "A monster doesn't sacrifice himself for his family. You are a good man Victor Black. You are the best man I know."

Aracely cried "can't you see? I don't deserve this? everything I touch, everything I love, it burns and turns to ashes, it's reduced, broken shattered, why would you try and save a monster like me" "You are not a monster!" Adrian whispered painfully, He did not love a monster, he loved that girl who bounced back no matter what, that cheerful, kind, sarcastic, and fun-loving person. but right now, he was desperately searching for a sign of her, and all he saw when he stared into ceramide's eyes was a stranger.

Her eyes glistened under the mansion’s dim light, red-rimmed and furious. “I’m a monster,” I said, my voice low, my lips curving into a smirk. “And I don’t hide it. You’re the stupid one who wanted to believe something else. You looked at me and saw a project. Someone to fix. But you can’t fix what’s already dead inside.” Leo shifted behind us. “Damiano, that’s enough—” I shot him a glare that shut him up instantly.

"You are a monster, Myles, just like me." I gave him a manical smile. "Yes, I am a monster, but not like you. I am worse. I am the monster that is going to be in your head as your life is sucked out of you. I am the monster that is going to hunt you for the remaining minutes of your miserable life. And I am the monster you are going to remember as you find your way to hell." I pointed my gun to his to his face, and I felt him tense underneath me.

I had always feared this Zachary because this Zachary is the only one who had killed my family and made me shed tears of blood. As his penetrating gaze bore into mine, I wished nothing but to let some magic happen and bring that Zachary back who was decent enough to cook, to play with Claire, to act warmly with me. " This is me, September. The f-cking monster. AND YOU HAVE TO LEARN TO LOVE THAT MONSTER." He barked, creasing the side of my neck. I was unable to react in any way as my nerves were already dropped in fear. Monster. How can one love the monster?

Nineteen years later and I wore the word ‘monster’ like a brand on my forehead. I embraced it and lived like a monster because being one made me feel like a god. A monster owned the whole world. A monster killed with no remorse. A monster was an Alpha without a heart. A monster couldn’t be changed, couldn’t love, couldn’t get hurt. And this monster certainly didn’t have a mate, wasn’t going to mark her and wasn’t absolutely going to fall for her. Ten seconds are gone and little Miss Invisible is still hiding behind my desk, thinking that if she pretends to be invisible, I’ll ignore her presence.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

“He just threatened to blow up his own body if I so much as look at Jayden. That’s not new, that’s insane.” He is desperate. “I don’t care what he is.” I dragged both hands through my hair. “I belong to nobody. You hear me? I don’t give a damn whose body this technically is. I died for Jayden once already. I am not spending whatever life I have left being held hostage by a ghost with abandonment issues.” My monster said nothing, which I’d learned by now meant he didn’t disagree, he just didn’t want to be the one to say it out loud.

“When I saw how shattered your apartment was, it felt like I was drowning… like my own world had collapsed right in front of me. You know… I tried to convince myself that you being dead didn't matter to me… tried to convince myself that you were better off dead than in my life. But that was only me trying to be in denial of what really had been staring at me in the face… of what my feelings truly meant. She opened her mouth to speak again. “You…” But he didn't let her finish, “You called me a monster. I've heard words worse than that, but you saying them caused me to spiral out of control and I became too desperate… desperate to prove just how much of a monster I could be. That shows how muc

He smiled bitterly, “I know I don’t deserve her. But I am selfish man with no conscience. And she’s just unlucky because she captured my attention.” “You were a soft boy once.” She spoke, “But now you’re what you say a monster. If you changed once, you can change now.” “I was always a monster. I just didn’t know that, Nono.” Something akin to pain uncurled in his chest, “It’s my fate. I am this. The man who kills and tortures. I have accepted who I am. A monster. I can’t control my demons. I lose temper more quickly than anyone else. This is me. Unpredictable, wild monster.”