Beautiful Monster Ne Yo Novels & Stories

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.

It was the one thing she hadn't minded being oversized. Ashleigh scowled and drove to work. She had to rush if she wanted to get in a full hour. As she headed for the gym she heard the faint clanging sound of bells. She hesitated, alarms, bells…clocks? And then she realized that it was part of a song. She picked up her pace and a smile came over her face. It was the Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd! Lt. Christopher Jamieson was a god among men for playing Time at 5:30 am!

“But I promise you will be.” I punched him in the face and felt the bones in his nose break under my knuckles. He screamed, blood oozing from his nostrils. I leaned over him again, punching his face harder, savoring the crack of bone under my fist. His screams filled the night and I basked in his terror. My fists dripped red as the fucker wailed like a dying beast. A gust of wind stirred the trash littering the alley. The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch.

a humanoid monster like creature jumped on the stage. Its fangs were sharp with a long slender tongue, muddy yellow eyes and blisters all over the body; and feet bearing sharp claws. It snarled and slowly started to proceed towards the audience area. The stage was huge and grand, so the area was quite a bit. As the beast went forward a few steps snarling at the crowd which went in shock and froze, the pin drop silence was pierced by what sounded like huge boots hitting the ground. A figure landed squarely just where the beast had a few moments ago. The figure was of a woman. Clad in leather turtleneck fitting top and black jacket and calf length long boots. Her hair was iron-straight, up in

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He shouted, "Joey Larson!" I froze, and my heart pounded. Could he... see me? But the next second, a cold smile tugged at his lips. He sent me a voice message, accompanied by a video. The footage showed Mom's grave, desecrated. Bones were scattered across the ground. "This is the price you pay for disobedience. Come out now unless you want others to suffer too. And come apologize to Zayla right now! Or I'll grind your mother's bones to ash and pour it into the toilet!" he threatened.

I adjust the lens and focus on the pair. One is a woman with long dark hair walking a few steps ahead of a boy who is carrying two boxes so big, he can barely see over top of them. The woman laughs when the boy stops, puts the boxes down, and blows his hair out of his eyes. His hair is as black as hers and cut close to his head except for the top, which is long enough that it falls into his eyes. I've never seen eyes that color before. They're the most beautiful turquoise, bright, like the sparkling water of the ocean at my favorite beach in Cancun. With his tanned face and dark hair, they're striking.

The mighty Luna finally found something she fears more than losing power. Then the crowd ahead slowly parts. And suddenly every sound around me fades into the background. Because I see him. The monster. I understand immediately why everyone calls him that. Not because he's ugly. That would have been easier. He's beautiful in the kind of way storms are beautiful before they destroy entire cities. Tall. Dark clothes hang from his body almost perfectly, untouched by the blood covering everyone else around him. His black hair falls loosely around his face, moving slightly in the wind while his eyes...

That was the last nerve she could hold on after hearing all the humiliation. "ENOUGH!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. Vincent slowly turned to face her. It was his time to go in utter shock because no one had ever dared to slap the Mafia boss and that, to Vincent Volkov himself, his ego was hurt and more than that, his beast was screaming to be free, which could bring a storm if it did. Vincent had always kept his inner beast in check so that it could bring less damage, but there was only a time before he unleashed it. When he stared at her, his eyes were gloriously dangerous like a beast he was.

Her body stiffened, and her eyes widened with shock. “Julie, what’s wrong?” Richard, the male nurse accompanying her, asked with concern. Julie didn’t respond. She ran closer, dropping to her knees beside Elizah’s body. With trembling hands, she removed the cloth covering the girl’s face. In an instant, Julie recoiled, her body trembling violently. “Elizah ....” she whispered in disbelief. “This can’t be.” When Julie tried to embrace her, Elizah screamed in terror. “Aaaah! Monster! Bastard!” she cried, shoving Julie away. Her body twisted wildly, her arms protecting herself as if fighting off a shadow only she could see.