"You created a monster, Nina, because there is nothing I wouldn't do. You only need to ask."
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Dr. Tenma
"Did every man have some version of a monster inside him, deep down?"
poor baby:(
im going to be good, thought Bradley, and then, when everybody sees how good i am, they'll know im not a monster.
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The scene that makes me scream and giggle every time I see it.
Maksim trails of when I drop the bottle of vodka. It crashes against the ground as I throw my head back and bark out a long deep laugh.
Life rushes through my limbs all at once, washing away all emptiness and the hell that came with it.
I'm breathing, *No!*
I'm *alive.*
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
She actually got me. She nearly drove me insane, but all this time, she was in Russia doing fuck knows what.
She wants to kill me next time she sees me?
By all means.
Anything for my beautiful wife.
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1. #americanfiction Monk, hem bir yazar hemde yaratıcı yazarlık dersleri veren bir akademisyendir. Ancak yazdığı kitaplar pek okunmadığı için ismini bilenler sınırlıdır. Aynı zamanda hiç beklmediği bir vakitte kız kardeşi aniden kalp krizi geçirerek ölür ve Alzheimer başlangıcındaki annesine bakmak zorunda kalır. Monk, hem kendi, hemde
“I never meant to kill him,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I need you to know that. I just saw you and saw what he was going to do. I only meant to stop him. I didn't know, I didn’t—”
Morana moved, her heart bleeding for him. Placing her hand on his arm, she straddled him, pulling his face into her chest and his body started to shake. “She left me alone with these monsters after that. She left me to fucking fend for myself with nobody. I wasn't a monster then. I was so fucking lost—”
He broke.
Morana held him through the pain, her own eyes tearing up as he cried in her arms.
“I think about a lot of different things now but don’t mistake me for someone soft, Morana. Whispered words in the shadows aren’t who I am. I’m still a monster.”
“When one of my father’s guards sneak into my room and I had to fight him off, wallowing in my loneliness, you know what I would dream about?”
He waited for her answer, never moving those intense blue eyes from hers.
“A monster. My monster. One who could keep me safe and kill the other monsters who wanted to hurt me.”
“You always fucking had him, wildcat.”
“But that day seemed so far away and I was so powerless. Every day felt like too much. So, you know what I wondered about?”
Morana shook her head again, her throat tight, her chest heavy.
“You.”
Her heart stopped.
“Some days, I thought about how I would find you when I grew up and kill you, different ways I would kill you. Some days, I imagined someone else getting to you and how I would kill them. Oh, how I killed them. And some days, when it got really fucking sad and I wallowed in self-pity, I thought of how you'd smiled at me and I wondered if you’d smile at me like that after seeing the monster I was becoming.”
As she tried to make sense of the past few minutes and catch her breath, his hand started to withdraw from her throat.
And the monster reared its ugly head.
“No.”
She didn’t recognize her voice, didn't recognize the desperation in it, the guttural need in it.
He stilled, his eyes flaring with something primal, and her heart started to pound, her chest heaving against his, their gazes locked.
Without a word, he firmed his grip.