Abused Monkeys Playlist Novels & Stories

A leash ran from the collar around the capuchin monkey's neck to the music organ where the stocky dark-haired Colton Stokes ground out a shrill melody. Crowds gathered to watch as the small monkey floated around the people, hat held out, begging for tips from the onlookers. This is frickin' humiliating, Liam Lamont sent through the mindspeech of the shifters as he shook the hat in his hands at an elderly gentleman who couldn't stop talking baby talk to him. Why do people always talk to animals and babies like we're ignorant?

A voice from the inside asked aloud"Hey Mell,what's taking you so long.Let the door close already.And tell someone to check what was the source of that noise...Mell!!!...Hey!!!" The person arrived outside and talked without thinking"Haha Mell, you have done it now.You as a newbie are ignoring us seniors now..."The person stopped, seeing Mell laying on the floor.He was about to open his mouth but the monkey didn't allow.Now he could never open his mouth again. The monkey went inside.There was noise of machines breaking and soon a layer of blood started gathering outside the surveillance area. There were scream's but none were present to hear them. After a small mountain of bodies had been pil

They just make the future possible. Dani hooks her arm around mine and kisses my cheek. "Let's go home, babe." If I am a monster, then I am hers. And I have never belonged to anything else completely. … T H E E N D ❤️❤️

Chapter 3: Twelve Years Ago The bass from the cheap speakers vibrated through the crowded basement. Twelve years ago, nineteen years old Noah had felt completely out of place. He was skinny, shy, with messy dark curls falling into his eyes and glasses constantly sliding down his nose. He held onto his red plastic cup tightly, wishing he could just blend into the wall. He never liked parties. They were too loud, with too many people and was too easy to get picked on. “Hey, four-eyes! You gonna drink that or just stand there like a fucking loser?”

Mom was extra furious that day. The rod came down much harder than it used to be. Unable to hold it in, I howled. Mom only got angrier. "What are you screaming for? I can no longer dance after giving birth to you, so your dad got himself a mistress! And you're a good-for-nothing, too! I can't believe you only got second place… How could you have gotten second place? You want everyone to point fingers at me, don't you? In your dreams!"

He slides one hand around to play with my clit, taunting me, pulling away just when I’m on the edge of orgasm. “Beg me to let you come.” “I hate you.” “Beg.” He sets a finger against my asshole. “Get down on your elbows, face in the pillows and beg me,” he says, pushing that finger inside me. “I. Hate. Oh. Fuck.” I do exactly as he says, panting, arching my back to offer him more of me, all of me. “Please!” “That’s it, sweetheart. You like this? You like me playing with your ass as I fuck your cunt?”

Still had breath. “Marcus and I broke up again,” she said casually, like it wasn’t the fifth time in six weeks. “Was it because of the karaoke fight or the grilled cheese?” I said mechanically. “Karaoke,” she said mournfully. “He said my rendition of Like a Prayer was emotionally aggressive.” “That’s because it was.” “I was feeling it!” I gave a half-smile. “Poor Marcus.” “Right?” she said, grinning, then leaned her head back. “Anyway, I’m tired of the same people, the same scenes. You know what you need?”

Zoe I had my waterproof speakers straight jamming while I sang and lathered my sore body with my mango cream body wash. “Promiscuous girl, wherever you are. I’m all alone, and it’s you that I want. Promiscuous boy, you already know that I’m all yours what you waiting for?” The curtain suddenly flew open, causing me to let out a bloodcurdling scream as I protected my goodies from the pervert who broke into my house. “Stop yelling,” Elijah demanded as he covered his ears. My panic subsided just a smidge once I realized that it was only Elijah.

Purple electricity danced along the scythe, creating several glowing rings that spun around him. At the edges of these rings, any mechanical monkey that dared to step in instantly became a pile of lifeless scrap metal. The floating Source Crystals were the only proof they ever existed. After Victor had slaughtered half the monkey horde, the monkey king finally sensed something was amiss. Its mechanical eyes flickered with wariness, and it emitted a low, anxious cry. Hearing the cry, the attacking monkeys immediately halted their assault and turned to flee. "I've only killed about thirty, and you're already running away? In your dreams."

Clad in high heels, she stumbled and slammed into the blackboard. "How dare you push me!" she shrieked. "Security! Where are the guards?" I took off my coat and wrapped it tightly around the shaking Ava. Seeing the bloody scratches on her legs hurt me so much that it felt like my heart was bleeding and dripping with blood. "The skirt's ruined, Mommy… Am I a bad girl?" she whimpered in a hoarse voice as she curled into my arms. "No. You're the best, Ava. They're the evil ones, and I'm going to make them pay."