Monster Relationships

Sometimes I feel like I have walked into the middle of a movie. Maybe I can make my own movie. The film will be the story of my life. No, not my life, but of this experience. I'll call it what the lady who is the prosecutor called me: Monster.

Highly topical, morally wise, honest to the core, Monsters is certain to incite a conversation about whether and how we can separate artists from their art.

At seven minutes past midnight, thirteen-year-old Conor wakes to find a monster outside his bedroom window. But it isn’t the monster Conor’s been expecting - he’s been expecting the one from his nightmare, the nightmare he’s had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments. The monster in his backyard is different. It’s ancient. And wild. And it wants something from Conor. Something terrible and dangerous. It wants the truth.

Deckhand by trade. Multiverse linchpin by fate. Nathan Davidson thought the toughest part of his new deckhand job would be sunburned tourists and endless towels. He was wrong. A shimmering door, a staffer with cat-eyes, and whispered tales of hidden realms show him the Oceanic Majesty isn’t just a cruise ship but a gateway to other worlds—and his mysterious past may be the key to it all. This series contains unconventional relationships with multiple women.

Conflict is a natural part of any intimate relationship. Yet most couples either avoid it or try to smooth over their differences. This often results in at least one partner compromising their integrity—and stunting their own growth. Monsters in Love challenges the idea that conflict between partners is unhealthy or something to avoid. Instead, it encourages both people to stand by what they need and who they are—but to do so with compassion rather than competitiveness or vengefulness.

She stepped into their world as a choice, but now she belongs to the darkness they awaken. Nova Entering Velvet Horns as their sugarbaby was thrilling, seductive, and reckless. Now, I’m caught between two powerful minotaurs—Kieron, dominating and intense, and Thorne, dangerously playful. They control my pleasure, ignite forbidden desires, and push my boundaries to breaking. Yet beneath the decadence lies danger, secrets, and a growing darkness that threatens to claim us all. I'm theirs, bound by lust and power, but can I trust them with my heart—or my life? Kieron Nova Quinn is ...

What if the only boy you ever truly loved was taken from you by a monster? Leopold the Lonely Vampire is a queer gothic drama that begins in Gold Rush-era San Francisco, where 17-year-old Leopold Beringer, a gay heir to a wealthy closeted Italian family (Beratelli) fortune, hides his forbidden romance with Li, a Chinese boy escaping racial violence and forced labor. But when a mysterious figure murders Li and turns Leopold into a vampire, his world collapses. Thrust into an immortal life filled with loss, secrecy, and slow-burning sorrow, Leopold searches for meaning and love in a world ...

Caleb Carr has had special relationships with cats since he was a young boy in a turbulent household, famously peopled by the founding members of the Beat Generation, where his steadiest companions were the adopted cats that lived with him both in the city and the country. As an adult, he has had many close feline companions, with relationships that have outlasted most of his human ones. But only after building a three-story home in rural, upstate New York did he enter into the most extraordinary of all of his cat pairings: Masha, a Siberian Forest cat who had been abandoned as a kitten.

A haunted manor. A deadly secret. A vampire who should be her enemy. Charlotte Marlowe has spent her career fighting the guilty. She’s not afraid of the darkness—until she inherits Blackthorn Manor. Hidden within its walls are more than just ghosts. A seductive yet cursed vampire with centuries of secrets. A power in her blood she never knew existed. And horrifying entities contained beneath the manor that are… waiting and wanting. Now, Charlotte must navigate a dangerous new world where witches, vampires, ghosts and ancient magic collide. But the greatest danger of all? The ...

He bought me, chained me, but nothing prepared me for the beast who now claims me. Zivra They sold me as a prize to the highest bidder—Korvax, a minotaur warlord with a savage reputation. He’s monstrous, relentless, and intent on breaking me. Yet each brutal touch ignites desires I never knew existed. My mind screams for freedom, but my traitorous heart yearns to surrender completely to the beast whose darkness matches my own. Korvax She’s mine by right of purchase, a beautiful, defiant treasure I intend to tame. Zivra fights me at every turn, her fiery resistance fueling my obsession...

He came to conquer. She swore to resist. But in the war of dominance and desire, only one will kneel. Elara I will never bow. Not to the monsters who burned my village. Not to the warlord who ripped me from my home. I am not his to command, to use, to break. No matter how my body betrays me. No matter how his golden eyes watch me like a beast ready to devour. He can drag me to his camp. He can chain me. But he will never own me. Varkash She fights me. Claws at me. Spits in my face. But I see it—the way her breath hitches when I get too close, the shudder she tries to hide when I touch her...

Condemned to a labyrinth of nightmares, I was meant to die. But he had other plans. And now? Now, I don’t know if I want to escape... or be ruined forever. Erynn I hit the ground hard. Chains bite into my wrists, the damp stink of the labyrinth thick in my lungs. They say no one leaves this place alive. But death isn’t what stalks me in the dark. It’s him. Korrath. A monster carved from rage and ruin, with claws that could tear me apart and eyes that burn like molten gold. He doesn’t want me dead. No, that would be too easy. He wants me on my knees. Helpless. His. But I am not weak....

She came to kill a planet, but its god decided to make her his queen. Vaena Ryst is a rebel saboteur with one mission: shatter the factory-planet of Ferrox and cripple the regime it serves. She is the rebellion's best weapon, sent to strike at the planet’s sentient core. But the core has a protector, a monstrous biomechanical guardian named Kryth, who sees her not as a threat, but as a fascinating new possession. Dragged deep into the planet’s living heart, Vaena becomes his captive. Her defiance is met with cold, calculated lessons in submission. Kryth is not a mindless beast; he is a ...

He is not a man. She is not prepared. And what begins as survival becomes something much darker. In the forgotten places of the world—deep within cursed labyrinths, ancient ruins, or alien prisons—monsters wait. They are not myths. Not legends. They are real, powerful, and bound by instincts older than time. When women fall into their domains, it is not rescue they find. It is possession. Control. Obsession. Each story follows a captive heroine and the beast who claims her—violent, primal creatures who protect what is theirs and destroy anything that threatens it. Survival is not ...

Two dominant minotaur rodeo stars. One lucky little human. And zero rules in the bedroom—or the arena. Tamsin I was broke, juggling vet tech school and surviving on ramen, when I landed a temp gig at the Silverhorn Rodeo Circuit. It was supposed to be easy money, nothing more—until Boone and Trace walked into my life. These minotaur rodeo legends, dominant and devastatingly attractive, offered me luxury, protection, and pleasure I couldn't resist. I promised myself I'd never become a sugarbaby, but now I'm craving the possessive way they cherish and ruin me. Boone The moment we saw ...

She signed a contract to save her future. She never agreed to lose her heart. Iviana is drowning in debt, and her only lifeline is an offer from three of the city’s most powerful, and feared, figures. They are wealthy, reclusive, and not entirely human. The deal is simple: her companionship in exchange for financial freedom. She expects a sterile transaction, a gilded cage where she can wait out her sentence. But the three minotaur brothers are anything but simple. Drak demands control, his possessive power a terrifying thrill. Korn craves intellectual connection, his poetic words a ...

She survived shipwreck and pirates, but can she survive the monster who claims her? Selena I wake up drowning, saltwater choking me, my world crashing down in flames and waves. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end—captured by a savage orc pirate, Gothrak, whose tusks promise pain and dark pleasure. Every defiance I throw at him ignites his hunger. I despise him, yet my traitorous body aches for the brutal way he claims me. I must escape, but something deep and twisted inside me doesn’t want to leave him. Gothrak She fights like a beast, curses like a sailor, and fucks like a dream. ...

His darkness claimed her, but his venom sealed her fate. Expert caver Sage Bloom descends into a Yucatán sinkhole. When her gear fails and a voice whispers from the dark, she realizes she’s not alone. She has trespassed into the domain of Noctys, the cavern’s ancient, bat-like guardian. He claims her as his possession. His cold commands guide her through brutal lessons in submission, his voice a weapon as he uses her body to erase her human scent. He insists this violation is her only shield against a greater horror her presence has awakened. His monstrous anatomy is her prison and her...

His coils were her prison... and her only salvation. Reclusive botanist Elise Marrow’s Amazonian greenhouse is her sanctuary. But she is not its keeper. When an impossible serpent-god, Sylth’axaar, unfurls from its heart, he claims the jungle and Elise as his own property. He is a monster of myth, a possessive deity with two cocks and a possessive tail, determined to make her his vessel. His violation is absolute, his commands echoing in her mind: ‘Beg me.’ Yet his touch awakens a dark, traitorous desire. As terror bleeds into dependency, Elise learns her prison is a shield, and the...

She went looking for forbidden power. Now she’s leaking for the god she accidentally bound to her soul. Lina I’m the Voss heiress, primped and programmed for control. But all of that shattered the second I stepped into The Abyss. The moment I saw him. Varnok. Horned, towering, ancient and dark as sin. I didn’t mean to summon him. I just wanted to feel something real. But he saw me. Claimed me. Marked me with a sigil that burns through my chest and throbs between my legs. I hate how much I ache. How fast I leak. And how badly I want him to keep pushing. Varnok They thought they could ...