Your Monster Plot Mga Nobela at Kwento

" I turned around to look where Tamara was because her voice fielded the silent night in the forest. The midnight birds and animals stop because of that. Even if the monster who is choking my neck stopped as well. They suddenly look at each other. My eyes got wider when the woman's hands suddenly got longer and the edge of it was so sharp she was living proof that the monster was real. She was choking me to death and there's nothing I can do because she has a strong grip on my neck. I couldn't even move a bit. She reminds me exactly of Tamara. A monster inside but there was still beauty left in her. Wait? Was this woman Tamara's mom? That explains why they have the same temper and maybe the

The stench of blood, the sounds of chaos, the sights of decapitated and dismembered bodies and squashed brains of those people who dared to snatch her away from me was all I could see and think of and I couldn't suppress the monster in me that basked in the promise of havoc and war. And completely letting go of that one last string of restraint, I became one with that monster that had been tucked away for years, that monster that I had forced to go into hibernation, that monster that had begged to be let loose from the thick, frosty shackles of calmness and restraint since that night that had plagued my night and day, until she came along. I don't know when the deal became sealed when the ha

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.

“But still we couldn’t—” “You can say it was luck.” Bullshit, luck’s got nothing on monsters, but I silently listened to the way he sugar-coated it. “Now, I would happily elaborate on the matter if you would come with me and answer a couple of questions to loosen the knots for us. Edward and I think you have the answers to the question we don’t know. So, if you could, in good faith, help us out.” I changed my mind that moment—either a potential enemy or a potential ally. “Help? And regarding what?” I inquired, halting my steps.

My wolf inside me stretches as the pack begins to grow. I look at Caleb with his face paling and his eyes widening. I look over at the black cycles. My gun is still there. Caleb doesn’t have his gun either. Staring at the guns, something inside me clicks, werewolves don’t use bullets. Someone set us up, and that someone is still around watching our every move. "Back off Dana!" A buff, shimmering dark-skinned male appears from a building to the right. I don’t know the voice before I recognize the face.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

’’ ‘‘This isn’t the time for vampire stuff,’’ Zara spoke. After minutes of doubt, the crew had no choice but to follow Alonso’s advice. Adamie made wooden stakes shaped like the number nine for each person. Led by Alonso, they walked into the forest and faced the monster that was sure to appear. During the battle with the monster, Tammy got killed; while the monster was ripping him apart into its signature six parts, Alonso stabbed it from behind with his stake, and so did the others. While the monster was screaming and struggling to live, the crew ran as fast as they could and finally found themselves on an expressway that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."

“Again, that sorry excuse of a human is not my father. And, you had a deal with Bruce. Why do I have to pay for his sins? Isn’t that a little… I don’t know… medieval?” “Then perhaps,” he said smoothly, “we make a deal of our own, Miss Marlowe.” He sounds completely unbothered. Like this entire conversation was already over in his head. Well, think again, Thanos. “I’m not making any deals with you. I don’t know you. I don’t like you, and honestly this whole kidnapping thing is a terrible first impression. So no. Hard pass you psychopath!” A faint smile touched his lips. “Psychopath is dramatic.”

They held me close and cuddled me. I started to explain to them everything I was thinking and the stories that my uncle had told me about the monster. I couldn’t believe that no one had heard of Adonis and that he was just nowhere. What was going on? I talked to them about all I was feeling and how I knew the monster had something to do with my parents and it wasn’t as evil as I thought initially. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I searched my brain as much as I could and continued hoping something would just appear in my mind.