A Monster In The House Novels & Stories

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

“You know what’s funny, Lucien? She never even screamed your name. Not once. But now? She moans for me. Loud enough for you to hear, if you’d stop drowning in whiskey. — X” The room went deadly silent. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. I just stared at the words. The glass in my hand shattered. My jaw locked so tight it felt like my teeth would crack. No one touches her. No one. And no one says her name like that. I stood, fury igniting every nerve in my body. They wanted a monster? I’ll give them one. “Gear up,” I barked into the phone. “We move now. I want every f*cking entrance covered.”

Get her to sign the deeds and let the Laurent girl walk. I was helpless. For the first time in my life, the "Monster" had no teeth. Unless I burned it all down right now. But there’s only one way out of this

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

” Her lips filled with bile as she watched the monster sitting with a grin on his lips; “GO TO HELL MR. BROWN!” She didn't know how fast she ran, all she knew was that she got to her room and began changing her clothes. She couldn't stay here, no, not even an extra second, unless she wanted to go crazy. Running out of the house, she asked the guards to take her back home and they complied without asking questions, she knew that man must have ordered them to let her leave. She did not want to cry but the tears were welling up in her eyes. She didn't want to think about it, but her thoughts were flooded. Maybe it was a dream; maybe she would just wake up and see that everything was just a terr

' The voice hissed, and I agreed with my thoughts. I tore my eyes away from her and pushed my way into the front door. My body was screaming at me to just lay down anywhere and go to sleep, but I couldn't stop until I was sure I had a locked door separating me from the monsters living in this mansion. The only place I could think of was the bathroom. I would get to see how pitiful I looked through the mirror above the sink, and I would have a place to rest my eyes in the bathtub. It was almost like the first night I'd spent in this mansion sleeping in that tub.

technically, I do own the place, I just chose never to show my face here. Yet, desperate times call for desperate measure, and this was one of those times. I walked into the house, not doubting that one of the men would call to let their Madam know that I was currently in the house. I can make enough damage by the time she gets there. I looked around the cozy living room, expensive furniture placed here and there, along with ridiculously expensive and confusing paintings hung in the wall, some of her favorite belongings. I walked around, looking for a good weapon to use. I passed a Vess placed at a corner of the living room, one the side of my entire arm.

Their eyes met, and Julie could only muster a faint smile, her tears threatening to spill once more. They eventually arrived at the hospital. Elizah regained consciousness but was still crying, grimacing, and refusing to see anyone. She even rejected Julie. If she saw anyone or even the shadow of a passing airplane, she’d scream, “Monsters.” “She doesn’t want to see anyone. She’s still trembling and keeps screaming, ‘Monsters,’” Richard explained. “Monsters? That means there’s more than one perpetrator which ... Oh God … Oh no ..." Julie whispered, sitting down on the bench outside Elizah’s hospital room. When Julie glanced up, she saw the same officer, Mark Robertson, walking toward her wit

I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home . My mom had died when I was 15, Belle was only 11 at that time. And just when I thought things couldn't get worse ,our dad married again . At first I thought that maybe Belle and I could find comfort in her , that she would at least try to be good to us , but my worse fears came true .

“No, the sea monkey things . . . thing.” “What about it?” We were almost to the house. “Easier if I show you.” “Holy fucking shit,” Matt said, awestruck. I’d made him wait in the hall while I opened the door a crack just to make sure the thing hadn’t escaped. When I opened the door wide enough to let him in, his jaw fell open and his eyes bugged out. “What are you gonna do with it? What if it keeps growing?” “That reminds me, it’s probably hungry. I’m out of the stuff they sent me. What should I feed it?”