You're An Irredeemable Monster Novels & Stories

“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.

I had left the murder in the past and dedicated my future towards revenge. “They call you a monster, and you let them. The only monster was that man.” Jada’s voice and the way she stared at me, watching me as though she could see past the barriers I’d constructed around myself put my teeth on edge. I didn’t want her trying to look past the surface. It wouldn’t change anything. “I am a monster, Jada.” I gave her this one last truth, praying it would scare her off. “I have been long before murdering that piece of shit.”

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.”

"How can you stand there and say that when you are the one who's seducing a monster?" "First of all, I am NOT seducing anyone! Secondly, you do not know him. I do, and I can say that you are far bigger of a monster than he will ever be!" "Never! All vampires are monsters and no amount of time will ever change that! They are evil beings who deserve to be slaughtered." "Oh my God! Why are you so stubborn and stuck in your ways that you can't wrap your tiny little peanut-sized brain around the fact that they are still people and not all of them are the same?"

like this? “Mir...” “I’m not a good man, Zarina,” he cut me off and spoke instead. His cheek pressed to my thigh while he blankly gaped at the wall across. His fingers picked at the hem of my dress. “Don’t say that...” “It’s true. I’m the worst. I’ve done awful things. And I can assure you with a lie. That I won’t ever do that again...that I can change...for you...for us. But the truth is that...that I can’t. I am who I am. There is no one else I would rather be. My father made me the monster. I’m the devil they fear. I have so much blood on my hands, Zarina, that no matter how much I try to scrub them, the stain would never wash away. And it terrifies me. It terrifies me so much. That becau

Soon to be lost in the hustle and bustle of the world. "I don't understand what you mean," I snapped. Tiger snorted. "Just how much memory have you lost?" he complained. "Fine. Consider this your first time learning that every rejection you make brings out the urge to kill." The madness spontaneously pushed me to turn around. "What?" "I'm a monster, Misya. A monster you created. A monster that only you can handle." I let out a harsh sigh as I turned away. "Don't talk nonsense. I don't remember a time when I was like that."

You liked it. “I didn’t.” Didn’t you? Shapes formed in the miasma, faces, bodies, the vampires I’d burned alive in the Hall. Their screams tore through the silence until I had to shut my eyes. When I looked again, they were gone. Ah, Illusions. They were all just illusions. Accept the monster you are. Accept your uniqueness. It’s what sets you apart. It’s what makes you even more powerful. My throat tightened. I shook my head, whispering continuously to the air with a trembling breath. “I’m not a monster.”

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this abandoned church. He has come back to stop the world from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do, so you won’t let him.” ―Caitlyn Siehl

His words shook my world if it’s not shaken enough by him. He defined himself as a monster and not just any kind of monster. They have their own kind, their own breed, and that’s what scares me the most. I had heard about them and I don’t want to acknowledge what I know about them because if I do, I know…that there is no redemption for me..even the slightest ounce of hope will not be visible. The door creaks open and forbids me if I wanted to just run into the corner of his room and get the blade believing that it might protect me from them.

I stay silent. He grips harder, pulling until my scalp burns. "You think staying quiet will make you look innocent?" he spits. "You're a fucking monster. An abomination. Everyone knows what you are." My jaw tightens. Ares growls. 'Let me kill him. Just one. Just this one.' I exhale slowly, already feeling the bloodlust stirring. The interrogator laughs under his breath. "You really don't get it, do you?" he says. "Things aren't looking good for you."