Monster With Eyeballs In Hands

“Accept it! You cannot fucking run away from me. You can NEVER escape me. It would be better for you if you just accept that your fate is with ME. You are mine!” Emma shut her eyes, sobbing quietly beneath him. She knew she could never escape him; she knew he would never let her go. But that wouldn’t stop her from trying. She swallowed her fear and looked back at him with tearful, defiant eyes. “I-I’m not yours! I can never be yours. I am just a maid who works in your house. Y-you have no right to claim me like this,” she fired back. It didn’t shock Alexander. It amused him. His fiery cat was finally baring her claws. “You are mine, Emma,” he murmured, his voice dark and absolute. “You were mine the moment I laid my eyes on you. You were mine when you opened that door for me. You were mine when I saved you from the guy at the party who almost ruined you… You are mine, and you will always be mine.” She heard the sharp sound of his belt unbuckling, her eyes widening in panic. She pushed him as hard as she could, but nothing could stop a monster from claiming what belonged to him. ___ Alexander King is a ruthless, powerful billionaire who doesn’t know how to love—he only knows how to possess. Trapped under his lustful eyes, Emma is pulled into a dark, controlling world. He will break every rule and burn the world down to keep her. But what happens when the cage is made of overwhelming desire, and the monster refuses to let go?

"Monster," I smirked to myself as I read the morning paper. If they only knew the truth. I sipped my coffee as I skimmed through the story. They had all the details wrong and the police were idiots. I heard the bell chime on the door to the coffee shop and saw her walk in. Her hair was down just the way I liked it. She was perfect I thought to myself as I eyed her and planned my next move. I think when she finally saw me she made the connection. Her eyes got wide. "Ethan?" Ethan Graves is a well-known man in the community with a dark secret. His darkness is so great that even he can't control it sometimes. He plays his role well during the day but at night he takes on a whole new persona. The newspapers call him a monster and the police are baffled. Then the new detective on the case walks in. The one that he let go. The one he was obsessed with. It was finally time to make her his. The game of cat and mouse had never been something he would ever consider, he usually likes the woman to be weak and defenseless against his charm and good looks. However, for this kill, he would play the game and Josephine Wells would be his trophy.

This is the story of the biologist and the creature her father created. Cara received a plane ticket from her father the day before her birthday. Her father invited her to visit "the greatest of the century".When she arrived, she did not see her father but was locked up with the creature. The creature is the most beautiful than ever. But its IQ is only 8 years old human...So Cara treated him like a little brother. Is he really only eight years old human? I do not think so;)Yes, day after day, they fall in love.

I opened my eyes to a sharp sting in my arm. Pushing up my sleeve, I froze. A dense line of jagged letters had been carved into the skin of my right forearm: [This house has monsters! Every time I'm killed, I'm thrown into a loop and lose all my memories. With each death, I mark my hand.] Beneath the warning, three crooked tally marks were etched deep into my arm.

Lately, buying succubi and incubi online had become all the rage. I could not afford one, so I picked one up from the side of the road instead. It turned out the quality of this incubus left a lot to be desired. Not only did he have a terrible temper, but he showed absolutely no interest in me. He would rather starve than "feed". Left with no other options, I snapped a photo of his incubus mark and sent it to the shop owner, asking how to handle this particular model. The shop owner completely lost it. "Oh my god, please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon! The most dangerous kind!"

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."