You're An Irredeemable Monster Novels & Stories

Logan's P. O. V. Her cries stung me, sang pain in my ears and the fears I never thought I was capable of feeling engulfed me as I strangled her. I strangled her because I saw how her face paled out. I'm a monster. Yes, maybe my father was right after all and even she said it herself once. I'm a hopeless monster without hope of redemption. My demons are far bigger than me and there was no going back anymore. I have reached that point of no retreat.

"I'm sorry." "I'm a monster, aren't I, Asty?"

I remembered her silence. I swore then, with the clarity only a traumatized child possesses, that I would never be him. I would be a monster, yes. I would be the “Walking Devil” of Las Vegas. I would burn empires and bury men in the desert. But I would never, ever lay a hand on a woman. So hearing Iris scream that I was a “beast,” a “pathetic liar,” and a murderer? It didn’t just irritate me. It felt like a glitch in my reality.

He felt ruined. Why would she still put up with someone like him? He felt like he didn't deserve it. "Monsters don't feel emotions. They don't feel guilty. They never want to get better. But, you're not a monster, Val. Everyone makes mistakes. You made a mistake, but you can redeem yourself. You have to stop beating yourself up. You're the strongest person I've ever met. I'm here with you now. I'm not going anywhere, Val. We're friends now" she said to him.

My attention to her is real but playful instead of lustful. "I'm sure your husband loved you," I respond, but Caleb won't hold off his trigger much longer. "You seem like the type that was well loved." “ I was well loved before I fell in with a monster. He told them I was a murderer. Can you imagine trying to tell an eight-year-old why he has to leave his mommy? I haven’t seen my son in sooo long. And when you pull that trigger, like I know you’re going to, I won’t ever see him again.” She is right that I will pull it.

His eyes darkened, like a pitch-black voids. “I’ve waited so long…so fucking long for the right moment and now that I’m out…” He leaned closer, his breath foul against my lips. “I’ll burn Velmora to the ground and every last parasite who dared to lock me away will beg for death.” “You’re insane,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You’re not saving me or anyone, You’re just another monster.” That hit something in him—something raw and furious. “I’m not a monster,” he growled, his fangs lengthening. “I’m just a retribution and your blood….your pure little bloodline is what I need to stay sane, I won’t hurt you, I promise. Just let me have a little taste..”

A love that is real. He took a step nearer again, his face an impeccable mask of sorrow and love. "I know what it feels like to be alone. I know what it feels like to be a monster. I know what it feels like to be a weapon. I know what it feels like to be used." "You are not a monster." "I am. But so are you. You are a monster in the making. And they are going to make you into a monster. They are going to use you until you are a monster. And then they will cast you aside."

“Because I’m curious to know if you’re aware that rumors about him are in fact real, he did murder his own family or his father from what I observed, he’s a monster beyond any form of redemption.” I laughed at that statement of his. The irony of him calling someone a monster, someone better than him in all ways. “Beyond redemption?” I looked at him, caustically. “Wait dl you think you have a shot at redemption after all you did to me? You locked me up in a cell for days because I refuse to what? Apologize for calling you weak. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg you did to me.” I laughed again, and the reaction in his face tells me he got the memo.

Curiosity no doubt getting the best of her. Leaning closer, I whispered. “I’m a monster too, and most people think I’m ugly and worthless as well. To me, however, you are very precious and I want nothing more than to hug your cuteness. And it’s alright to be a monster sometimes when we are dealing with real monsters. We just need to make sure we never lose ourselves, and we need to make sure we never act like monsters to those who are innocent. The last thing we want is hurt people who don’t deserve it.”

“You wouldn’t.” “I would,” I said, growling. “Diego, you think you’ve seen me lose control? You haven’t. Diego I am a monster not a knight in shining armor, neither am I the Prince Charming you think you can leave your princess with.” “You know me, I destroy! I break things! People! She wouldn’t survive me. I’m worst than a masochist. I am unhinged! A monster.” I whispered the last part like it hurt to be known as that, to be known as the beast who doesn’t sleep at night because I have insomnia.