You're An Irredeemable Monster Novels & Stories

He is a monster, and he always will be. * *

"Let the world burn, Neoma. I don't care. I don't care about the moon. I don't care about the pack. Stay with me." His throat constricted, shutting off his air. He gasped, sucking in a breath that felt like swallowed glass. Tears, hot and humiliating, flooded his face, soaking her collar. "I can't lose you," he whispered, the fight draining out of him, leaving him hollowed out and scraping bottom. "I was a monster before you. I'll be a monster after you. Don't make me be a monster again." Neoma’s arms tightened around him. She was small. Frail. But she held him with the force of a gravity well.

No! 'You know you will! You're a monster!' Tears drenched my face as I sat up. 'You're a selfish monster!! That's what you are, that's who you'll always be! Why do you think you are who you are?!' I began to hyperventilate as I slid my hair back.

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.”

“To be honest, I won't deny that you are indeed handsome but you are a monster to me. And all monsters are meant to be ugly.” “False,” he countered, a small smirk playing on his lips, as if he was enjoying this. “There are handsome monsters.” “So you agree? That you are a monster.” I shoved a fork full of spaghetti into my mouth. "I don't mind being called a monster by you." I slammed my fork on the table and got up, the chair scraping. “Tell me why I am here or I am leaving.” He looked up at me, “Sit Irene Harvey.” “I won't unless you—”

Waited. For perfect moment. For perfect revenge. For perfect destruction. The monster. Fully formed. Fully awake. Fully free. And no one. Absolutely no one. Safe anymore.

“You’re not a monster.” “Aren’t I?” He took a slow step toward her, eyes dark and stormy. “I’ve ended lives for less than a whisper. I’ve lied to protect power. I’ve used people like pawns. And now—someone’s using you. Because they know how far I’d go.” Her hand moved instinctively, resting on his chest. His heart was racing beneath her palm—loud, defiant, alive. “You’re not a monster,” she said again. “You’re human. Messy. Wounded. Scarred. But not broken. And not beyond saving.”

“Why did I burn down this building? Well, it was simply to settle a score. I'll leave no stone unturned, including you. I'm settling scores.” “And that is why you decided to add innocent people to your schemes? This isn't right. It's unfair,” she screamed, struggling to get out of his right hold. “The world is unfair. Didn't you know that?” “Only monsters harm innocent people. You are a monster.” She thought that he would deny it. She thought that he would shake his head and try to convince her that he was nothing like a monster but who was she kidding? His next words made her want to run far away from him. Far away from the monster he became.

"Do you want me to run away?" He held her arm tightly. "No. Don't." "Then I won't." "Why?" He asked, baffled. "I kill people, Xanthe. I kill them with these hands!" He even showed her his hands in front of her. "Do you understand what kind of person I am? No, I don't even consider myself a human anymore. I'm a monster, Xanthe. Is that okay with you? Would you still treasure me even though I'm a bad person? Would you still care for me, accept me, and understand me after knowing how monstrous I am?"

He chokes out, his voice above a whisper. “Help you?” I say, laughing as if he’s a pathetic creature. “You don’t deserve help, and you surely don’t deserve forgiveness. Do you know your problem? It’s that you can never admit that you are evil or a monster, you lie to the world that you are an angel, but me? I am a monster, I have done evil things, and I have killed. I can always admit to that.”