You're An Irredeemable Monster Novels & Stories

“Do you know,” Jackson's face twisted in disgust, his voice laced with contempt. "You're a monster, Amelia. A manipulative, selfish monster. How could you do all that? Use me, lie to me, destroy innocent lives...all for your own gain. You're worse than I ever could have imagined."

He remained unmoving and I knew, He was dead. I looked for the sky, the cloud rumbled and it began to pour, the rain washing the blood on my body and the street. Even though the sky was weeping, I let my tears run but my eyes remained fierce. I am a monster and I won't stop being a monster, at least not now. Not until I made sure to kill Donovan and Devon, not until I made sure to make them beg before the grave of Aasimar and his son. Not before I make them feel despair from the depths of hell.

“Right now, I’m not me. I’m something else. A fucking monster.” “Don’t say that...” “I mean it.” He looked up at her finally, eyes glowing faintly with silver light, feral and broken. “Whatever this curse is, it’s eating me alive. Stay away from me until I figure this shit out.” Scarlet shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. “No. I’m not leaving you like this.” He smirked bitterly. “You’re too damn stubborn.” She gave a shaky laugh. “And you’re too damn dramatic.”

He was gently tracing his fingers on that bouquet when suddenly he felt a thorn pricking his index finger and made him bleed, but the second his drop of blood touched the petal, the entire bouquet of roses burnt up. Like a statue, he gazed at those burning roses in his hold, which was vigorously making him recall about his past. ‘I am a monster…..’ that 4 year old kid's voice rang inside his head, which was the memory of that day when he had found out for the very first time about what kind of a monster his fate had decided to make him. He was a vicious beast…a ruthless monster….an irredeemable curse, which no kind of blessing could salvate.

he continued, his words spilling out like a confession, laden with anguish. "I'm a monster, Emily. A monster who doesn't deserve love or happiness." His voice trembled, his hands clenched into fists. "I destroyed someone's life," he whispered, the weight of his guilt crushing him. "I ruined her. I'm not the man you think I am. I'm not a saint. I'm evil incarnate." Pain ravaged his face, etching deep lines on his forehead, his eyes sunken from the burden of his secrets. His voice barely rose above a whisper.

My eyes darkened inexplicably, and I saw her cower as she met my gaze. I could tolerate every insult, but to actually insult my late mother in front of so many people? That was my bottom line. “I can identify as a vixen as you say, but do not let that filthy mouth of yours mention my mother again. She was a thousand times better than you'll ever be! And who was it who climbed into the bed of someone's husband? Might I remind you?”

His body was a wall of heat and iron. "You're afraid that if you let go, you'll become the monster they all say you are," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips. "But let me tell you a secret, little maid." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "The monsters are the ones who made you feel invisible. The monsters are the ones who bruise your skin." His voice dropped to a husky, dangerous whisper. "You are not the monster, Mira. You are the thing the monsters should be afraid of."

The rogues fall to the ground in a heap of death. With sickening thuds. Everyone of them. I run to their side. Even though I know it's too late. Even though I know they're already dead. I want to bring them back. But I can't. Their faces are covered in blood. Their bodies are limp. Dead. My heart drops. My stomach twists. My vision is blurry. I feel bile rising in my throat. I am going to throw up. This is my fault. I am a monster. I. Am. A. Monster.

I told her then she smiled at me before she said, "You know! I would've liked if not for the fact that you're a monster!'' Damn, she's a savage, I would like that if I didn't know that she was about to kill me. "Well, I don't see a monster in here but you." I told her, and she answered me faster than I thought. "Well, no monster can see himself without a mirror. Maybe I am just a mirror to who you really are. For the first time, I feel like I was lost in my own words … I mean, somehow she wasn't lying, I deep inside was no more than a monster. A monster that caused its own mother's death, a monster that would hurt anyone close to it, and a monster that would cause the end of the world.

“The police should have found you by now. And locked you away. Made you pay for the lives you have ruined and taken away. “Just because I am not dead or in jail does not mean I am not paying for the sins and the lives I took. Allow me to help you and you can go back to hating me all you want. “Forget about your life and what you believe you know for once and trust me. I want you to be safe. I do not want what happens in my family to follow you. “Yes, you got it all right. The things I have done. The things I have seen my uncle do. They made me who I am. I am a monster, Keirah. It's no lie. It's who I am. “Walking beside you. Loving you like this does not bury or wash away the monster in me t