The Monster Lj Shen Quotes

Maybe I am the monster. After all, I come out to play at night. But so do you, little one. You’re out in the darkness, too.

Confide in me, my hideous little monster.

I should warn you, Edie. I’m not the prince in this fairy tale. I’m the villain. The poisonous apple, the flame-breathing monster.

Maybe sometimes we make people monsters in our heads because we can’t understand them. Maybe we don’t understand them because we don’t try to. And maybe we don’t try to because we’re scared.

I love you,” I whispered. “I fucking live for you,” Sam retorted.

Thank you. Let me put them in water.” “What’s the point?” He groaned, still obviously struggling with nicotine withdrawal. “They’ll die at some point anyway.” “Just like us,” I answered with a small smile. “Death is not a reason to stop living.

I might be a punk, but you’re the hideous little monster who is falling for him.

If revenge and punishment were forms of art, my work would be all over the Louvre.

because I still looked every inch of a quarterback monster who only answered to the words ‘God’ and ‘Daddy’.

Love is a risk. It’s a storm that either disrupts your life or clears your path. Sometimes it does both at the same time. Focus on getting the guy. Everything else will fall into place.

It was peculiar. How both bad and good habits were born from boredom. How they turned into an obsession, an addiction, before you knew it. And how taking back control from them became a habit in itself.

I may have been a murderer, an underground mob boss, and a savage with no morals to speak of, but I was also whipped to the bone where my adoptive mother was concerned. “I’m the same usual shade of fucked-up as I’ve always been,

Not until you tell me that it’s real. That I’m just not a conquest. That I mean something to you.” “You don’t mean something to me,” he countered. “You mean everything to me. Jesus Christ, I need to get inside you before I fucking die.

There is nothing to find. Life is not about finding yourself. It’s about creating yourself. There’s something liberating about knowing your own bones, all the things you are capable of. Being unapologetically yourself makes you invincible.

He was navigating the streets like a fire-spitting monster was on our heels, violating every driving law known to man, and inspiring some new laws in the process.

For your information, you’re the only person to bring the crazy out in me.” “Dangerous dick tends to do that to good girls.

You know better than anyone bumpy starts don’t guarantee a terrible journey. In fact, the paths with the best scenery are the ones where you have to go through the mud.

Lust lingers, love stays. Lust is impatient, love waits. Lust burns, love warms. Lust destroys, but love? Love kills. S.A.B.

Grief is like a monster. That monster is hungry. It eats whatever’s inside you. But one day you wake up…and find out that it’s full. That it is satisfied.

The thing about cold-hearted monsters is that in the dark, their touch is just as warm as any other person’s.

Oh, Monster.” “Mine.” He leaned down, brushing my hair from my ear, biting the lobe softly. “Mine, mine, mine. Forever mine,

I know, sweetheart.” His tone turned soft, scratchy. “Can I do anything for you?” I asked. “Can you climb on top of me and ride me?” “No.” “Then you can’t do anything for me, Nix.

Ma’am, I’m afraid—” “Don’t be afraid. Fear is never a good look.

He lit up his cigarette. His gothic, wintry gray eyes felt like ice cubes rolling down my skin.

Somehow, I’d let the worst happen. I continued loving him from afar, like the sun loved the moon. Coexisting, but distantly. Eternally star-crossed, but never close enough for comfort.

Belle is waiting for me outside,” I warned, panting hard, so wet my thighs were sticking together. “Belle can go fuck herself. You’re mine now, and I’m celebrating our engagement in my favorite place—inside you.

And standing there, while Sam was in the operating room, hanging in the balance between life and death, everything was crystal clear to me. If you loved somehow, you had to give them a second chance. Not for them. For you.

He did atrocious things, but it was him I wanted. Always, only him. Troy stopped when we were nose to nose. Toe to toe. I loved watching those eyes from up-close. They were so ocean blue, no wonder they made my head swim. “I love you, Red. I love you determined, tough, innocent, resilient…” His brows furrowed as he drank me in, stroking the curve of my face with his calloused fingertips. “I love you broken, insecure, scared, furious and pissed off…” He let a small smile loose. I actually felt it, even though it was on his lips. “I love every part of you, the good and the bad, the hopeless and the assertive. We don’t just love. We heal each other with every touch and complete each other with ever kiss. And fuck, I know it’s corny as hell, but that’s what I need. You’re what I need.” My eyes fluttered shut, a lone tear hanging from the tip of my eyelash. “We don’t have ordinary words between us. You always set my fucking brain on fire when you talk to me. We don’t even have ordinary moments of silence. I always feel like I’m playing with you or being played by you when you’re around. And I refuse to let you walk out on this, on us.” He cupped my cheeks and I locked his palms in place, tightening my grip. I never wanted him to let go. He dipped his head down, tilting his forehead against mine. I knew he was right. Knew that I’d already forgiven him. Probably before I even knew what he did, when we were still living together. Hell, probably on that dance floor, when I was nine. My capturer. My monster. My savior. “I’m an asshole, was an asshole, and have every intention of staying an asshole. It’s the makeup of my fucking DNA. But I want to be your asshole. To you, I can be good. Maybe even great. For you, I’ll stop the rain from falling and the thunder from cracking and the wind from fucking blowing. And yes, I sure as hell knew you’d come back. You came straight back into my arms, flew back to your nest, lovebird. Now why would you do that if you didn’t love the shit out of me?” My eyes roamed his face. His hands felt delicious on my skin. It was like he was pumping life into me with his fingertips. Like he made me whole before I even knew parts of me were missing.

I bit her lower lip until I split it open, her warm, metallic blood trickling into my mouth. She tensed but didn’t break the kiss. Break the fucking kiss, Aisling. Show me I’m too much for you. I sucked on her blood, pulling her entire lip into my mouth, and she let me,

See you tomorrow, Monster.” “Nix,” he nodded his goodbye. I all but made it back home in a tornado and Googled his nickname for me, elated and terrified and pleased and joyous. Nix: A water being, half-human, half-fish, that lives in a gorgeous underwater palace and mingles with humans by assuming a variety of attractive physical forms (usually as a fair maiden). Nix was a female monster. Sam still thought of us as the same. Dark, unpredictable creatures, lurking in plain sight. Now that he let me in, I was going to destroy every single one of his walls and finally make him mine.

You are dumb. But it’s okay. You’re hot and ooze that look-at-me-I’m-dangerous vibe, so I’m sure you’ll find someone.” “Don’t forget rich.” “Not by my standards. Just try not to make conversation. You’re not very good at it.” “Based on you dry humping my leg like a b*tch in heat five seconds ago, I’m sure I’ll be able to keep them entertained some other way.

oBITCHuary: So… oBITCHuary: I went back and read through our chats. I totally admitted to you that I’m attracted to my shitty boss, didn’t I? McMonster: Yup. oBITCHuary: Enjoying the ego stroke? McMonster: I’d enjoy it more if you aim south. And, you know, use your tongue. oBITCHuary: I’m never going to be able to look you in the eye. McMonster: May I suggest other organs that will welcome your attention, then? oBITCHuary: I’m so terrified I’m going to yield to temptation. McMonster: Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll fuck it up before we get to it. oBITCHuary: WHY are you even interested? You could have any woman in the world. McMonster: And you’re that woman. Where’s the mystery? oBITCHuary: I’m completely normal. McMonster: Respectfully, Cal, you’re not. oBITCHuary: LOL. I meant average. McMonster: You’re not that either. oBITCHuary: What am I, then? McMonster: If I have a say about it? Mine.

Huh,” I sighed into his mouth, “La petite mort.” He tore his lips from mine, frowning at me. “Say what, now?” “La petite mort,” I repeated. “A brief unconsciousness. A little death, in French. That’s what they call that beat after an orgasm, sometimes.” My French governess had told me that. Sam’s eyes twinkled with so much delight, my chest flared with pride. His smiles were like human handprints. Each one was just different enough to be completely unique. “You, Aisling Fitzpatrick, are a lovely torture.

I should warn you, Edie. I’m not the prince in this fairy tale. I’m the villain. The poisonous apple, the flame-breathing monster.” “Good. I always enjoyed the broken in the fairy tales better. The apple always looked shinier because I knew it could destroy me. The villain was just damaged and misunderstood, and the monster…” I leaned on my tiptoes, biting the tip of his ear, just barely reaching his impossible height. “I always kept the door to my closet a little ajar as a kid to make sure it could come out in case it wanted to play.

You can’t stand here.” I pushed her away with my butt, “Why can’t I…” But there was no need to finish the sentence. I already knew. My heart dove so low, I could feel my pulse thump in my toes. If winter were a feeling, this would be it. Everything froze, and I felt ridiculously unprepared. Shivers ran down my back and arms, raising the hair on my arms. Something foreign washed over me, not unpleasant, but not exactly good either. It’s like he grabbed me by my throat and pressed hard, depriving me of oxygen, yet made me feel so incredibly alive. I didn’t breathe, blink or move. Just stood there and watched him, mouth slightly open. Eyes slightly wide. Heart completely broken. My monster.

men before

McMonster: My, my, you can be selfish when you want. oBITCHuary: Only with you. McMonster: That’s all right. oBITCHuary: Why? McMonster: Because you’re the only person I’m selfless with too.

oBITCHuary: This is bad. McMonster: Hey. You asked. oBITCHuary: Not the word. THIS. You and me. McMonster: Why? oBITCHuary: Because we’re utterly inevitable.

softly.

The heart was a monster. That’s why it was locked behind our ribs, in a cage.

Is that the only reason you’re helping me?” “Isn’t it enough?” “It is. I’m just wondering if there’s something else.” “No,” he harrumphed. “Wait, yes. Now I remember—I also want to fuck you again.” I tripped over my own feet, about to dive into the ground. He caught me by the hem of my shirt, jerking me upright. I’ll always catch you. When have I ever let you take the hit for something, Dot? “You did not just say that.” I slapped branches out of my way as I regained my balance. “Did too. Fair warning—I want much more than fucking this time around. I want dates. I want laughs. I want you to be honest with me. All the stuff that freaks you out for some reason. No strings attached. No commitment. Just fun. A perfect do-over.” “Why do you need a do-over?” “So my last memory of us won’t be you almost vomiting because we had sex.” “I almost vomited because your sister caught us!” I shrieked. “Which is exactly why this won’t happen again. You’re high if you think I’m betraying her trust a second time around.” “Thought you’d say that. I have great news for you.” “What?” “She no longer gives a fuck.” “That’s not tru—” “It is. Ask her yourself.” The confidence with which he’d said that made my heart twist like Play-Doh. What had changed between then and now? Why was she okay with us hooking up all of a sudden? “Why wouldn’t she care?” I asked in a panic. “Because it no longer matters.” “How c—” “Come on, Bitchy. Put two and two together.” Bitchy. He’d called me Bitchy. The rain intensified, knocking on our faces. I skidded to an abrupt stop. A wave of memories crashed into me all at once, nearly knocking me down on my ass. Everything became crystal clear in one swift moment. Row defending me when Dylan caught us having sex. Row teaching me how to slow dance in his room before my very first prom because I knew I would be too terrified to ever dance with anyone else and didn’t want to miss out. Row and I sitting on the hood of his car, in front of an endless ocean, the moon, and the stars. Me saying, “Isn’t it beautiful?” and him answering, “Yes, you are.” Row being essentially in love with me. I couldn’t even touch the other revelation right now. It was too much to process. Bitchy. Bitchy. Bitchy. McMonster. Selfless, sweet McMonster. Who seemed to know me inside out. Who could read me like an open book. Could it be? But it couldn’t be. No. It couldn't. Not him. not the shinest boy in Staindrop. "No more running." I planted my feet on the pavement, clutching my knees, panting. Tears prickled the back of my eyeballs. Row looked on high alert. Neither of us seemed ready to acknowledge the fact that he was McMonster and I was Bitchy. For the first time since I'd known him, he looked like a boy. Not a heartthrob, not a world-famous chef, not a formidable boss-- just a boy.

Could I do it? Could I sign away my soul to a monster in Armani?

Life is not about finding yourself. It’s about creating yourself. There’s something liberating about knowing your own bones, all the things you are capable of. Being unapologetically yourself makes you invincible.

Life is not about finding yourself. It’s about creating yourself. There’s something liberating about knowing your own bones, all the things you are capable of. Being unapologetically yourself makes you invincible.” His

He was not my playmate. He was my monster.

I will not be touching Sam, dead or alive. Have a great morning.” I grabbed my coat and dashed out to the freezing cold of winter. To the lonely arms of heartbreak.

I did my best not to laugh at that. They had lengthy conversations about my obsession with Sam. Behind my back. I always knew that Sailor, Emmabelle, and Persephone were one unit, and I was an addition. A bonus epilogue to an already perfectly finished book. They’d all met at elementary school, while I’d been added to their girl-gang when I was seventeen.

Better than cigarettes,” he said dryly, his face turning cold and expressionless again, putting his mask back on now that we were done. This time, I smiled, knowing it wasn’t personal. “Aren’t you glad you quit?” “No.” He pulled out slowly, massaging my butt in the process. “But I’m glad you took the bait and got lured back into Badlands. A few more weeks of being celibate and the cemeteries in Boston would be overcrowded.

Do you have proof?” “No, but—” “Then I suggest you keep your opinion where it belongs, in Reddit conspiracy theory threads.

If you loved somehow, you had to give them a second chance. Not for them. For you. I took a step toward her, tilting my head up regally. “I forgive you, Jane, not because you deserve it, but because I don’t deserve to live the rest of my life motherless because of your mistakes. You are going to make it up to me, though.

The week after Mom’s visit slithered like a slimy sci-fi monster out of a sewer.

Chris shifted behind me and began grinding against my ass. He was hard, and I was over it. Over everything, really.

Yes. That’s it. I feel so empty.” “I wish I could fill you with my fat cock.” “Oh,