Bubblegum Monster Novels & Stories

I made a plan that night to end her. The next night my parents had a big important party with some of my father’s clients from work. I knew that Rose would be over. When she arrived my mother kissed my forehead and left with my father. The sun hadn’t set yet so I asked Rose to go for a walk with me. She agreed and we took off into the woods behind my house. I got ahead of her and then made her think she had lost me. While she frantically looked for me I snuck behind her. I found a large piece of wood and crept up behind her. She heard the brush below my feet break as I approached her and quickly turned around. I then unleashed the Monster inside me. It was brutal and very sloppy. I honestly

THBM EP 160 ~ALICIA~ "Wake the fuck up, muffin, because fuck yes, it is." He responded rigidly with a subtle hint of mockery. The creepy smirk on his lips dropped as his face took on a deadly edge, eyes looking dead and Frosty as he peered down at me.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

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.

Eric said while smirking at Rose. Her dad, Mr. Caden Carter looked at Amy and Rose and said "You two ladies look beautiful, but there will be another beauty with us tonight." Just then she noticed someone in the shadows of the curtain. The color from her face drained out. She became so pale that someone could have mistaken her for a sculpture. The knots in her stomach tightened so much that it hurt. Libelle. What the hell was she doing here? She was wearing a pink dress with flowers on it ,it made her look like a little fairy. Belle came running to her and hugged her so tight that she crèche her dress. But none of that mattered right now.

“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

"And this time, I’m the one giving the statement." I looked at Killian, then at Dominic. I realized that as long as I was the prize, the war would never end. The only way to win was to set the cage on fire. I reached for the mahogany desk and grabbed the black burner phone Killian had used earlier. I opened the message thread—the one containing the evidence of the "Third Monster" and the photo of my father. "Neither of you is getting out of this," I whispered. I hit Send All to the Detective Miller’s personal number.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.