Beautiful Monster Ne Yo Novels & Stories

The music had stopped, and all i heard were loud grunts and yelling. “He’s gonna kill him!” A female screams and I panic, roughly pushing through. I find Samuel and Jack throwing punches at each other, and of course, Jack was losing. His punches seemed precise enough, but Samuel threw hits at him like he was a punching bag. Over and over, flesh hitting flesh, and I watched in horror as Jack collapses onto the ground, spitting up blood. Samuel wasn’t done, he climbed over him quickly and began launching his fists into Jack’s face, who was weakly trying to block them.

His fangs elongated, his eyes turned dark blue and his nails became crawls. "Anu no."mother screamed and started to cry. "What's happening, how can someone change to a lion? Is he normal mother?" I asked with a worried expression on my face, I was shaking and shocked too. I couldn't believe that the same handsome man has changed to a lion and everything happened before my naked eyes." "Mother let's run away. He might feed on us please."I said while running to the door but something I didn't know stopped me from stepping out of the house.

Louis muttered, glancing back at me before moving back out to the dock where they were setting up to fish late into the evening. "He ain't wrong, but the next time I hear you call yourself a monster," Beau said, helping me off the counter I was perfectly capable of hopping off myself. "I might tan that pretty behind of yours so mind you keep those thoughts to yourself," he growled low into my ear, something churned low in my stomach, was it the threat? His stance? The drop in octave of his voice or the vibration I felt from his chest without him touching me? I wasn't sure, but I was ending it. "Do I need to remind you I almost killed a man from inside my head, Beau? Just because my monster d

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

"Screw off, you disgusting freak!!" Jenny shouted angrily. Neo remained unfazed, his gaze falling softly on her pretty face, examining. "Your eyes are too bright, full of naive innocence. I prefer them dimmer. And your mouth, it needs stitching to give that broken feel, which suits me perfectly..." "Screw you and your preferences, you sicko!" Jenny spat at him, then suddenly lunged forward. Like a provoked little beast, she sank her teeth into his wrist. "Ahh!!" Neo let out a scream of pain.

And she saw herself later, her flesh shining with sweat, her smile too broad, her eyes too wide, her best butcher knife in hand, the weeping tongue bleeding red onto her best china. Now here she sat, Peabody’s shadow darkening her world, Peabody’s cold fingers singeing her flesh, Peabody’s cruelty—her cruelty—opening the door to their end. Her end. “I’m a monster.” She closed her eyes, her breath strangled by sobs. You are perfect. His fingers trapping her head, he drew close, the movement too quick, the arms shortening. You’re exactly what Eidolon needs. She glanced toward Benji, not wanting to see Peabody’s waxen face or unblinking eyes or ghoulish grin.

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

I mean physical pain. “I am monster, Belle. Will you even be able to handle me?” he asked as I as blowing my hot breaths on his wounds.

She had disappeared into the blackness of the surrounding area, it felt like they were the only people there. His expression changed, all his nervousness dissolved in her presence. She looked at him with glittery eyes, and he with his deep dark desires. As the music started to play, he caressed her cheek all the way down to her collar bone and moved her hair to the back of her shoulders. "You're so beautiful," his voice was barely audible.