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."

The wat he'd laughed the last time we truly spoke. "You think you’re better than me, Damien? You’re not. You’re just as much a monster as I am." My grip on the mattress tightened until the wood frame groaned beneath the pressure. Monster. That same word. Everyone assumed I was one. But I wasn't. The elders–those ruthless bastards- were the monsters if anyone was being real. They refused to see me as anything other than the Alpha's bastard. If they caught wind of what I'd done, if they realized I had unleashed the crystal’s power...

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.

When I found out, I wanted revenge against him yet there was nothing that I could do now that I had accepted Layla, However, I was going to make her pay for her brother's sins. What does she mean by monster? "I am not a monster" I started holding her jaw. "Look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself that question" Turning my face to the other side, I realized that perhaps I was looking like a beast. My reflection looked at me through the mirror, the man on top of Layla was the monster who was hell-bent on having her. That was the man she was driving crazy with her body. There was nothing that I could do, I would lose my mind if I didn't get to have her tonight.

I asked. “Oh, love. I’m sure you could,” he said as he pushed a strand behind my ear. “the issue is… I don’t want you to look at me differently. I don’t want to see the same look in your eyes that I’ve seen in the others. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to see what I really am.” “What?” I asked. “A monster, Adea. I’m a monster.” “You’re not,” I start.

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