روايات وقصص ضمن You're An Irredeemable Monster

I could see her working up to something, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. “What?” I snapped. “I’m just wondering if this is still worth it.” “If what’s worth it?” “This whole thing with Edgar. Tracking down Kamari. All of it.” She merged onto the highway. “You’re tearing yourself apart trying to find a cure for something that maybe doesn’t need curing.” I let out a humorless laugh. “You think I enjoy being a monster?” “You and I both know you are not…” “Well that’s what I am,” I snapped, “You heard my sister and she’s right. What I am is a fucking monster - something that shouldn’t be existing in the first place.”

"That does not make you a monster. It makes you human." "Human?" I held up my arms, showing the corruption spreading through my veins. "I am not human anymore. I am whatever the Moon Goddess made me. A weapon. A curse. A thing that brings destruction everywhere it goes." Thunder rumbled overhead. The storm was getting worse. Good. Let it rage. Let it match the chaos inside me. "Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?" Asher asked. "A broken mess?"

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.”

“And that’s the only reason he’s alive right now.” Her breath hitches. I glance toward the corridor where they dragged him, cuffs, guards, judgment. “A monster can still make a choice.” Tessa’s tears spill harder. “What does that mean.” I turn back to her, voice quiet now, but still steady, the kind of steady Lia taught me. “It means,” I say, “he may be a monster.” My throat tightens, but I keep going. “And he may be redeemable.” Tessa stares at me like she’s trying to understand how both can be true. I reach out and squeeze her hand, grounding her with pressure.

"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?"

"You're not a monste-" "Stop, Fay. This isn't some fairy-tale. I am a monster, and I always will be. I don't care what I am. I will never look kindly upon others. Do not deny what I am, do not do me that disservice." He said, his words clear and cold.

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