You're An Irredeemable Monster Novels & Stories

"The words... they cut deeper than the Adriatic’s scalpels, Panni. Because part of me... the part that still lives in the dark... believed them. I looked at you and I didn't see a woman. I saw my masterpiece. I saw the only thing in this world that made me feel like I wasn't a monster." "You are a monster," I said, a soft, tearful smile breaking through my terror. I leaned in, my lips brushing the silver-pulsing vein at his temple. "You’re my monster. And I’m your malfunction. We were never meant to be perfect, Jinyan. We were meant to be this."

He yelled. His words battered down my crumbling defences, piercing to the heart of my corruption. With dawning horror, I saw myself for what I was - a monster, who would sacrifice anything, everything, to soothe his own damaged ego. "But they made me into a monster And that's what they get!" I smiled.

I asked. “Oh, love. I’m sure you could,” he said as he pushed a strand behind my ear. “the issue is… I don’t want you to look at me differently. I don’t want to see the same look in your eyes that I’ve seen in the others. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to see what I really am.” “What?” I asked. “A monster, Adea. I’m a monster.” “You’re not,” I start.

“The same way you deceived me into thinking you loved me is the same way you deceived Lola. And now look at you—just today, you almost injured her. And you expect people to believe you’ve changed?” I took a breath, then delivered the final blow. “You just proved the quote right: Once a monster, always a monster. That’s what you are, Theodore. A monster. And no matter what you do, no matter how many documents you sign or lies you tell, I don’t believe you’ll ever change.”

Shit, why am I even surprised by that with the kind of parents I have. "They said you're a monster. You don't look like a monster to me." His voice broke into my train of thought. This fool! How could he still say I don't look like a monster when I just literally told him the shackles binding me were the only thing stopping me from draining his blood? He was obviously too innocent to understand that real monsters don't look bizarre and deformed. Real monsters are real people. They're family. They're your mother, father... The people who are closest to you.

"You ungrateful little bitch! We never should have brought you back! You were a curse from the day you were born! A cold, emotionless monster!" There it was. The truth they’d painted over with family photos and forced dinners. A monster. Maybe he was right. "Finally, something we agree on," I said, my voice eerily pleasant. I slammed my palm down on the cheap IKEA coffee table between us. "I am a monster. And monsters eat their young. Get out. Now." The sound wasn't a slam. It was a crack. A spiderweb of fractures erupted from under my hand, racing across the laminated surface. Then, with a groan of surrendering particleboard, the entire table collapsed into a heap of splinters and shame.

And then he moved, I knew I was making assumptions thus I had no idea of the future. Sometimes life plays a game it gives you all the reasons to banish in hell then it gives all the assumptions to create a hell for yourself. I knew somehow that a man who can use my mother for his good for nothing game can do anything and here he is in all his glory, with a smirk on his face, holding a glaze of champagne he was enjoying my vulnerable state of being a prison under his guidance. A monster is always a monster, he cannot become a hero even if he tried to do so, because his heart is made up of charcoal it is all black.

I had nothing to lose and I didn’t care about losing to start with. I was an outcast, something more inferior to a slave because of what I am. I was labeled as a monster even before I began to exist. I tried to be good. I did everything I could. It didn’t work so I became bad. I became worst and put Satan to shame. The past disrupts me. It makes Rey violent. It brings out the monster in me who likes the taste of blood and the smell of fear. I keep this part suppressed in my deepest depths. Those who’ve seen this part of me know who I truly am.

You're a monster. That right there is the source of all my anger. She see's me as a monster. Fuck, yeah, I'm one. Punch. There are fucking monsters everywhere in the world. Punch. Punch. You've got to be a special type of monster to ride this world, or you become the prey. Punch. Punch. Punch. Fuck if I want to become one. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch My surroundings disappear as I mentally go back in time to my fighting days.

The anticipation radiating through their connection was so intense it made her nauseous. "I've lost that faith," Iris admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "The man I loved is gone, consumed by something that wears his face but carries none of his compassion. How can I believe in redemption when I can feel the monster's satisfaction every time it remembers his victims' fear?"