Bubblegum Monster Novels & Stories

I pouted like a baby. He smiled brightly and brushed his fingers under my chin. "It won’t happen again. I’m sorry for ignoring you. If I hadn’t, those spaghetti sticks who call themselves witches wouldn’t have bullied you." It was funny how he called them spaghetti—they really did look like that. They were all so tiny. Callista, in particular, was even thinner than the rest. I wanted to know what my three handsome monsters might've done to the witches, but I decided to save it for later.

"Slacking off again! Marianne, you… Hold on." Mom stood where she was, bewildered. She seemed to have realized that she hadn't seen me in a while. "Marianne, how dare you stay out all night! Are you abandoning me as your dad did?" Overcome with fury, Mom dropped the groceries and ran back home in a frenzy. When she got home, she saw a crowd gathered around the entrance. They were whispering among themselves. One of them said, "What a smell! Look at all those rats and bugs!"

"Gabriel agreed to let you go, but on one condition. You'll have a nausea chip implanted. This chip will release random electrical pulses 24 hours a day, triggering vomiting at unpredictable times. If you can endure it for five years, Gabriel will let you off." My mother's eyes went wide with fury. "That damn kid! I'm his mother. How could he do this to me?" The doctor gave a quiet laugh. "You don't know? Gabriel already severed all legal ties with you. To him now, you're just an enemy." When my mother woke up from the anesthesia, aside from a slight soreness in her throat, she didn't feel anything unusual. She let out a few dismissive laughs. "It's just a chip. What's the big deal? You're a

Then I continue to search the clearing for a sign of the monster. Suddenly in the distance we hear an ear-piercing scream and we hear the loud footsteps of what can only be our first monster. It must have caught something because when it appears it has a large brown bag thrown over its shoulder and the bag keeps thrashing about. When the monster reaches the only log in the small clearing, it drops the bag into the ground. Then it sits down on the log and watches the bag with a hint of amusement. I look at Ash and whisper

Tears sprung forth as she glared at the monster before her. It looked like a cross breed between a leech and a flea, and it was already wriggling its huge bulbous butt, looking ready to pounce back onto its host. Just as Nozomi dove for her backpack, the parasitic monster jumped and crashed into the wall behind Nozomi. Nozomi’s fingertips barely reached her bag, with her legs still restricted by the monster under the table. She yanked hard on her bag strap then stuck her hand inside her bag.

I intend to make sure to let you know the word YOLO. You only live once. Life should be cherished. It's not a game to play with it. Another burst of cheer when the human defeated a Beugerast, a rock-like monster who has a brain of a chicken but can crush a human with a left hand that is larger than the right. After the monster is defeated, the human collapses. And it's not just a man, but a woman who had participated. Every monster used for this coliseum fight surprises me. It's hard for humans to take down one monster, but Megan had taken each type of monster all over for this fight.

"The music program was a Blood Moon tradition, Chika. I didn’t think you’d mind if I used that little melody you were humming in the shower. I just needed a hit to get the Okafor Moon Clan to notice me," Bianca smirked, her eyes gleaming with that predatory greed our family cultivated. "It wasn't plagiarism; it was a Whitmore contribution." I stared at my sister across the marble breakfast table, my hands trembling. That 'melody' was a complex arrangement I’d spent months scoring, a piece meant to prove I was more than just a political pawn. She’d turned it into a trashy club anthem for the Mafia elite.

I’d been hiding from another family fight, the kind that started with shouting and ended in silence that lasted weeks. He had golden eyes, feral and bright, and a voice like laughter on the wind. He called me Little Moon. Said I was going to bloom no matter how long it took. I wanted to believe him. I wanted us to bloom together. But afterward, he gave me this bracelet and vanished like a ghost. Sometimes I wondered if I’d imagined him. I wondered if it was because of how desperate I was for companionship, that I often imagined him in my head and created him in my dreams.

“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!”

But he was here, so he’d have to do. Wanting to appear as nonthreatening as possible, I smiled and waved. “Hey. Sorry for bothering you, but do you know how to get to the rose garden?” That must’ve been the wrong question to ask. His face drained of color. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “You can’t go there.” What? “Why not?” “A monster lives in there. Half her face is melted off. She eats the thorns from the roses so she can spit them at people, stabbing them in the neck to slice their throats open until they bleed out and die.”