Swipe Right for Monsters (Monster Match #1)

by R. O'Leary

And Hawthorne? There’s this vase on the kitchen table, and every day, he puts new flowers in it for me.”

what a dream

They’re not monsters—they’re angels.”

“If anyone eats my leftover chicken strips, there will be blood,”

Sammmeeee

Now, he could sit and play with his wood all alone.

A couple good spritzes on the nose, and they would learn their lesson.

Maybe sucking on a bag of blood like a juice box was unsightly,

whoever threw the bricks and shattered their window had effectively lit them

its like Twilight on steroids lol

Did he want to spend the rest of the week looking like burnt steak? Not to be vain, but that was kind of a deal breaker for her.

Ohkay bitch

Gentle hands petted her hair and placed a cookie in her hand.

A DREAM

His greenhouse was almost like an extension of his soul and suddenly… he really needed her to like it.

Frankly, they were all surprised they hadn’t walked in on the two of them going at it on the kitchen table already. “It’s

Pretty much every shifter he’d ever met was pansexual. It was just part of being a shifter. When you didn’t always look like yourself, it was easier to disregard the importance of appearances.

Interesting!!!

He certainly didn’t miss the terrified screams and torches that used to follow if anyone caught a glimpse of his fangs.

Wes kissed her—no, he consumed her.