Romans & histoires You're An Irredeemable Monster

After everything he did, just because I was still alive, everything was fine? “Fine? Do you even know what I have ended up being because of you? I am the monster of the tales that mothers tell their kids to scare them. I had thought of myself as the monster too until I knew what you did. Now I know that there can be monsters in human skin too and that monsters can be more human than you could ever be.” “What monster? If you are trying to scare us, try harder because I have seen worse threats than a little girl who could handle a little magic.”

“Yes, mummy says we should always look for the moral in every story.” Katrina was torturing me even though she wasn’t here. I sighed, searching for something in the book that could help but nothing. I folded my hands and thought about it for a while, realizing something. “Beauty comes from within. No matter how pretty or handsome one is if the person does bad things and hurts people, he or she is ugly…” Hilda’s stare was enchanting, like her mother’s. “…and when the crimes they commit become a part of him, he becomes a true monster.” A monster. That’s what I am. Things might be different now but a monster remains a monster, doesn’t it? I’ve done terrible things to unsuspecting wolves and I’v

So go ahead —he paused, glancing at Nefertary. —Okay... "I must have lost my mind when I met you I must be crazy to want your twisted love What can I do? You are perfectly imperfect for me I fell in love with a monster That drags me to hell with every step it takes I want your twisted love I want your kisses that burn like hell Did I lose my mind? I must be crazy to want your love What did you do to me? Why do I think irrationally? A monster... that's what you are

Great, The unwanted speaks, Well my dear, I'd say we're even but temporary guess I'm leavin' and your magic I might believin pretty good, you think you won congrats again, it's been real fun a spell like yours can be undone Hmmmm, Oh I see, you think my best? wait a sec, I'll get undressed something here I must confess Most these monsters are my friends on whom my back I can depend do your thing, with time you spend That's okay, you go ahead I don't wanna end up dead

Even I feel bad watching it. As I slowly came to, Ophelia put on a pained expression. "Gabriel, please stop hurting yourself. Those memories aren't just your scars. They're painful for Mom and me, too. Why dig them up again and make everyone suffer?" The comments immediately sided with her. [He doesn't feel guilty at all. Watching you clean up after him probably makes him proud.] The judge flipped through the extracted memory and shook his head. "Gabriel, after review, the panel still finds you to be inherently dangerous."

I look back in forth confused as this one speaks more calmly. "We can't do this Igneous. You can't heal my hurt or save me from the pain. I am just a shell of a person, and you can have no life with me. You cannot sacrifice your soul to save a monster. If you do you will bare this curse and I won't let that happen"

And that terrified him. Kristen had looked at him like he was more than a monste, like he was a good man. And deep down, he believed her. But belief is dangerous. It makes you soft. And softness is fatal in his world. Carlo collapses into a chair, overwhelmed. He’s a feared man, a killer. But now he’s haunted by the memory of Kristen’s breathless gasp, the warmth of her skin, and the sound of her crying behind a locked door.

“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.

“Hey, hey, look at me, Princess. Don’t do that—don’t let a madman’s words crawl under your skin. You and I both know the truth. And after this trial is over, I’ll make sure every single one of our people knows it too.” His voice sharpens, carrying weight. “You are not guilty. You are not broken. You are mine. And if the world insists on calling you a monster, then let them. Because monsters survive. Monsters endure. And you will endure with me. I will tear down every wall, silence every whisper, until they see you for who you are.”

"So I could have killed a lot more people and hid it from my mind? I'm a monster. That's not protecting myself, that not feeling the emotions at all and being cold and heartless. Something is wrong with me and I don't know how to fix it." I said "We will fix it all, I promise." He said taking my hands into his own. "You are not a monster, I can assure you that." The doors to the room opened, and they walked in with dead bodies of Kael and Chloe