30 Day Monster Challenge Novels & Stories

"You look like hell." I grunt in response, swirling the amber liquid in the glass but not drinking it. "Resting won't fix this." "It might stop you from grinding your teeth to dust." "Not helping," I mutter, leaning back. My temples throb relentlessly. "How long until the eclipse?" Aaron glances at the window, where the night sky is devoid of stars. "Three months." The words practically crush my chest. Three months. Three months of putting up with that shady girl who now has a link to me. Three months of pretending I'm fine when I can still feel the ghost of her mouth on my skin.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

I’ve never been this obsessed with someone I haven’t even met yet. There was a short pause before his next message. Kai: I have a proposal for you. Lara: I’m listening… Kai: Let’s make a deal. One full month. Thirty days of this — every single day and night. We flirt, we tease, we send photos and videos, we push each other’s limits. We make each other desperate and addicted. No meeting in person until the end of the month. On Day 30, we finally meet… and all this tension explodes.

Maya stood there, blood on her shirt but not her own, judging by her steady stance. "What happened?" I asked. "Connor won," she said simply. "Marty's retreating. But..." "But what?" "He formally invoked the old law. The Challenge of Reclamation." Maya's expression was grim. "It hasn't been used in fifty years, but it's still valid." "What does that mean?" "It means," Connor said, appearing behind Maya, also bloodied but standing strong, "that he has thirty days to prove he's worthy of you. And if he succeeds..."

"I'm scared." "Good. Fear means you care. Means you have something to lose." I stood. "Come on. I'm taking you back right now." "Now?" "Before you change your mind. Before you convince yourself it's too hard or you're too broken or it's not worth it." Andrew stood slowly, unsteadily. "Okay," he said. "Okay. I'll try." "Not try. Do." I grabbed his arm to steady him. "You're going to do this. For thirty days, you're going to do the work. Actually do it."

Silence stretched between us. Lucan finally moved, he set his glass down as he stared at me. “What a strong argument you have Mrs Williams, but as you said we didn't go all the way.” he said leaning slightly towards me. He was directly opposite me, yet it seemed like there was no space between us. “ I have actually made adjustments on my end of the deal. Instead of a night, I want 100 days with you.”

My wolf cries inside me, a mournful sound that echoes through my chest. But I force myself to brighten. Force myself to sink into this moment instead of mourning the one that hasn't happened yet. We have thirty days. That's more than I had yesterday. More than I thought I'd ever get. Maybe it's enough. Maybe it has to be. "Can we at least pretend?" I whisper. "For tonight. For thirty days—pretend to be the most nauseatingly in-love pair in the world." Knox chuckles, and the sound rumbles through his chest into mine.

I can't believe I'm going to take another cold shower all because I'm resisting myself from f*cking little bunny. The monster is standing tall, refusing to fall down. It's so huge and hard like a rock. I slowly started moving my palm through it, stroking it gently. A soft moan escaped my lips as I rub the monster in a swift motion. At last, the white discharge flipped through the tiny opening at the top of the monster, I breathed heavily and threw my head backwards.

Miller said, "Alright, then. Mister Penn, we're going to be opponents now." Wilbur stared at Miller for a while before saying, "When do we start?" "If you want, we can start right away," Miller replied. Hagin glanced at his watch. "Let me go through the rules. This challenge will last ten minutes. If Wilbur cannot defeat Miller within that time and Miller is still able to get up, Wilbur will be considered to have lost. Of course, if Miller surrenders, the win will go to Wilbur. Alright. I'm going to count to three, and the challenge will begin. One, two, three—begin!"