You're Not A Monster Novels & Stories

Her voice jammed in her throat when he grabs her by the neck and bangs her against the door. " I'm a b**tard. I'm a killer. I'm cruel. " He was saying each word firmly slowly. " But not a monster. " She angrily pushed him but his grip left bruises on her jaw. " I'm not a monster. I'm not. Cupcake. " He whispered disappointingly. " You know who's the biggest monster? " She only cried but was stiff when he added. " Your father. " Her ears felt numb for a few seconds when he shouted even louder. " I'M NOT A MONSTER. "

Luna's p.o.v "You can Luna" he said. "I can't, I can't imagine myself being a monster" I answered. "A monster? Is that what you think? We aren't monsters marshmallow. We aren't hurting anyone we are just being ourselves" "What if we start hurting humans? What if there is a part of us Miss Amarok isn't telling?" "You are over thinking it, we won't hurt anyone, we are survivors, the very last complete pack of our specie, a key to immortality, we aren't monsters."

"Students. Kids. People trying to live normal lives while having extraordinary gifts. They want to contribute to society. They want to make the world better. But they're being hunted like animals for the crime of being born different." The images faded, and Maya looked directly at the cameras. At the billions of people watching worldwide. "If that makes us monsters, then yes, I am one. I am a monster who heals the wounded. A monster who protects the innocent. A monster who believes that being different doesn't make you evil." She paused, letting her words sink in. "But I am also your classmate. Your neighbor. Your friend. We live among you. We always have. We are not your enemy unless you ma

The world swam in a red blue, I realized that blood had filled my vision but I saw it—her figure, stumbling backward, tears on her face. She called herself a monster. Her voice raw, broken. And then she turned and ran. Gods, she believed it. She really thought she was nothing but a monster. As the final thread of breath left me, my chest aching with a pain deeper than any broken bone, I thought only one thing. You are not… a monster. And then everything went dark.

“Girl, you don’t know what you just did. You started trouble with a monster.” “Good,” I smirked, heart pounding with tension running through my veins. “Monsters don’t scare me.”

“Please can we keep this between us, I don’t want others to think I’m some kind of monster?” “You are far from resembling a monster Evermore, I also agree that until we know what is happening, we keep this between you and I.” He smiles holding my hand tightly, I feel more tears prick my eyes as he spoke. “There is nothing wrong with you, we all have many different abilities that set us apart from others, but that does not make us monsters. Believe me, I am more monster than you.” He smiles to make me feel better, I soon move quickly towards him whilst wrapping my arms around his neck for a hug.

"I want you to know that I’m not the monster you think I am." I couldn’t help but scoff at that. “You’re not a monster?” “No,” he replied, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between us. “I’m someone who’s willing to take the punishment for everything I’ve done. You might not believe it now, but I’ll prove it. I’ll prove that I’m more than the man who hurt you."

She met my gaze, unwavering. “Because,” she said softly, “I’m starting to realize the monster isn’t really a monster.” I scoffed, looking away. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” But Rae wasn’t finished. “Monsters don’t get broken over a lost friendship.” I clenched my jaw. “And monsters,” she added, “don’t save the girl who drives them crazy.” I finally looked at her. She was right in front of me now, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her presence.

"Moreover, I have nought to say. You did not lie. It is you who is always put at risk by my troubles. I do not see why you shouldn't raise an outcry. Regardless, you wouldn't be the first to deem me a monster, and you shan't be the last." Groaning aloud, I mentally facepalm. I've had it with this man and will throttle him if he doesn't listen. "I've said it already." I huff exasperatedly. "You're not a monster. I don't think you're one, and it's never crossed my mind before. Do you understand?"

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.