Lahat ng Kabanata ng Home for Horny Monsters (Book 03): Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

"Yeah, yeah." Mike opened a box next to the couch. It contained several items that had been strewn through the front room after the fight with Jenny. Afraid to toss any of it out, he dug through it, unable to remember what they had even placed inside. A couple of random bookends, a small black statue of a woman made of coral, and an extremely ugly lamp were the only items of interest. The rest was just blankets, duvets, and other assorted cloths people draped over their furniture to protect them from the farts of their visitors.A loud scraping sound caught his attention, and he lifted his head in time to see the closet throw up on Tink. Old coats, a few boxes, and even more blankets buried the goblin in an avalanche of junk. Mike ran to her rescue, grabbing her slender wrist from beneath an old fur coat and pulling her out from beneath the mess."Fuck." Tink scowled at the closet, adjusting her dress to cover her bare ass. This confirmed Mike's suspicion that she wasn't wearing the u

"Wow." Mike inspected the outer cover, but there were no words on the book. Flipping through the pages, it was evident that the artist had a one track mind - werewolves fucking humans, werewolves fucking each other, and even an image of a werewolf fucking a unicorn. This last one made Mike laugh. The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it."Werewolf porn, this shit is funny." Lowering the book, he saw that Tink's eyes had gone from innocent to predatory. Her tail twitched back and forth, and one of her hands had slid beneath her skirt, her fingers doing lazy circles beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He dropped the book, the pages flipping open to an image of a peasant with her arms tied behind her back getting spit-roasted by a pair of werewolves."Husband hasn't made enough time for Tink," she growled, her free hand gently squeezing her breast through the fabric of her dress. All four of her nipples stood out no

"Um..." Mike didn't have any words. Tink noticing his sudden silence, rolled over and sat up.Tink shook her head in disappointment. "Husband forgot pop-tart in pocket.""What?" Mike stuck his hand in his back pocket. Sure enough, he had crushed the pastry into a disgusting mess. Pulling his hand free, he laughed, his fingers covered in brown sugar and cinnamon glaze."Husband a mess," she told him, picking up her dress. She slid it over her head, sitting on her knees in front of him. "And Tink tired.""Yeah, me too a bit." The fire crackled at them from the other side of the table. "Wanna take a break for a bit?"Tink nodded. The two of them crawled to a spot in front of the fire. Mike laid down in front of it, marveling at how it managed to burn without generating any ash. Tink curled up in his arms, and the two of them quickly fell asleep.-Dana rang the bell on the old house, eying the porch swing with some discomfort. It kept swinging back and forth despite any wind, and she bri

"Oh. That's easy. However, I don't think you want to go down there without something a little heftier than a hammer and a crossbow. Minotaur are warriors - even if you fought one that was unarmed and naked, you would have a tough time hurting it. Your best bet is something with a solid enchantment on it."Mike sat up. "Like a knife sharp enough to cut through a spirit?"Sofia was already filling up her glass again. "Yeah, that would do it. I have no idea where you would get one though. A blade capable of damaging an ethereal creature is extraordinarily rare. They have to be made of a non-Earthly metal, and that stuff is extremely challenging to come by.""The witch had a knife that did that."Sofia's drink paused on the way to her lips. "I seriously hope you stuck it in the Vault.""Uh, no." Mike looked down at his feet. "I left it in the greenhouse. With the Mandragora."Sofia dropped her goblet, wine spilling everywhere on the table. "You left it? You actually had a powerful magical

Beth stepped out of her car, setting her coffee up on the roof. Using the reflection in her driver side window she straightened out her dress, tucking the fabric of her light pink blouse into her black skirt. Letting out a sigh, she grabbed the file from her console, closed the door of her car, and was almost twenty feet away when she realized that she had left her coffee behind.Walking into the office, she didn't bother taking off her sunglasses, hoping that the receptionist wouldn't see the bags under her eyes. Somehow, in the span of less than a week, she had gone from being good at her job to a complete wreck. Her boss had informed her that he wanted to meet with her about last week, and to bring in a paper summary of the Radley file. In the back of her mind, she wondered if she was going to get busted down to a legal secretary again, or if he was just going to cut his losses and let her go. Last night hadn't helped - every time she dozed off, she had strange dreams about being c