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" Once again he bowed his head before walked out of my room. When did that Hunter move his cabin next to me? Last time I remember his cabin was on the ground floor. Okay! Reil. Don't waste your precious time thinking about that walking stick. I slumped on the chair and went through my laptop for what seemed to hours keying different types of names as Heil, the monster with brown fur, grey-eyed monster but all the time the result redirected to the related topic, not exactly what I want. Seems I won't get what I'm looking for. Why there are no articles about the monster other than the book written by my uncle. How did he know about the monster? Their project was failed, right? By chance did th

“So, monstrology. What monsters are there mentioned in the homework?” Kiyoko opened her notebook and took her pencil. “It’s the Wheat Ants, Waka Bird, and one other monster of the student’s choice. What does the last one means?” “It means, you take one monster to yourself. What do you want?” Kiyo asked. The little girl looked confused. “What? Take one monster?” Kiyo slapped her own forehead. “Err, I mean…” She clicker her fingers, trying to find the correct word.

What a monster. ************

The grinder suddenly stopped. I looked down sharply. It was the operator from the memory extraction machine. She had ripped out the wiring, forcing it to shut down. Then she snatched the judge's microphone. "I found the chip inside Gabriel! He really is the victim!" The room went silent. And then, everyone burst into laughter. "Are you serious? Dozens of doctors couldn't find anything, and you figured it out just by watching? Do you have X-ray eyes or something?" "You've been here long enough. How are you still this careless? Get back to your post, or you might lose your job!"

“Never approach me when I am like that again. You do not understand what I am capable of.” Anger flashed in Bailey’s eyes. “I just helped you and you pushed me away?” “You do not understand,” I repeated coldly. “Leave it.” She lifted her chin with defiance. “Is this why they call you the Monster King?” I met her gaze and felt the weight of ten years press down on me. “No. They call me the Monster King because of what I did after I stopped fighting the monster.”

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

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.

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.