You're An Irredeemable Monster Novels & Stories

“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

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

“You, your uncle, and your whole family are monsters. The police should have found you by now. And locked you away. Make you pay for the lives you have ruined and taken away. “Just because I am not dead or in jail does not mean I am not paying for the sins and the lives I took. Let me help you and you can go back to hating me all you want. “Forget about your life and what you believe you know for once, and trust me. I want you to be safe. I do not want what happens in my family to follow you. “Yes, you got it all right. The things I have done. The things I have seen my uncle do. They made me who I am. I am a monster, Keirah. It's no lie. It's who I am.”

Close enough that I could smell cedar and leather and something uniquely him that made my wolf whine with need. "Then what are you afraid of?" His hand came up, fingers brushing my cheek with devastating gentleness. The truth escaped before I could stop it. "That you're not the monster I need you to be." Something flickered in his eyes pain, maybe, or recognition. "I am a monster, Leah. Don't mistake a few decent acts for redemption." "But you regret it." My hand covered his where it rested against my face. "The settlements you destroyed. The people you've killed. You carry that weight. Monsters don't feel regret."

Maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for redemption. "So if you think of yourself as a monster for defending yourself and your sisters," Abhay continued, his voice gentle yet resolute, "then monsters just might be the new heroes." I felt a flicker of hope ignite within me, a spark of light amidst the darkness that threatened to consume me. Maybe I wasn't a monster after all. Maybe, just maybe, I was capable of something more.

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

"Thanks,you may leave" I know I sounded like a bit**,but I can't help it. I am like this only. Cold and snobbish. Reason ,well you see I have just been taught one thing and that's the very fact that in this world of monsters,only innocents suffer. So you either remain innocent and let these monsters break you,or become a monster and rule over them. I choose latter and I happily say,I don't give a fuc* about anything else. "What are you doing?"

The trust, the fragile bond of shared vengeance, was shattered. "I am a monster," Dante's voice was a low, chilling whisper, filled with a terrible self-loathing. "I am the monster you made me, and I am the monster I will always be. But I am not a monster who would hurt a child. I am not a monster who would turn a child into a pawn. I am a monster who would protect his child, his heir, his legacy, with his very life."

But this dark side that managed to take hold of me and cause me to lash out and do something so savagely violent, it was terrifying. “It’s okay my love, it’s over now” Gunner soothed. He rocked me in his arms as I continued to sob and shiver. I can’t get the image out of my mind. I'm a monster, just like he said I was. “I’m a monster” I wailed.