Novel & Cerita Cleo's Dad Monster High

Cleo blanked out, she saw a monster attacking the maid, it tore the maid apart as it fed off her blood essence, it felt so realistic she tried to see the face of the killer but she could as it was the maid's vision before death she was able to see. Cleopatra was scared after it ended, she began to check with everyone she met dead until she saw her father, he was crawling, at his wits end, he was sacred. Father; Cleo exclaimed as she ran towards him! When Alpha Calhoun saw his daughter he screamed as he rose from the floor and tried running away from her. Cleopatra's knee's felt like jelly as she saw her father running away from her, from what she had seen in the other people's memories the m

It all led back to him. "Where is he?" Celeste whispered. Elena started up the stairs. Her voice echoed down. "Already heading to your sister. Unless we get there first." The door slammed. Celeste stood there with one thought burning through her brain: If her father was alive and leading everything, did that make her the daughter of a monster—or the only person who could end him?

I watch as a few guests pass us by, trying to appear normal. A mother holds the hand of each of her sons. Their twins---blond hair and freckles are a little too ‘children of the corn’ for my taste. I try to look at it as a fun vacation, but they’re in Rounders. Nothing in Rounders is a normal family vacation. Tourists come to Rounders to get a glimpse of the supernatural, like me. “I’m looking for Jack Wiget,” Caleb says to the nearest hotel attendant. “Don’t know the name.” She continues to type in the computer in front of her. She seems flustered by us, but I can tell that she’s hiding something.

I batted my leashes and swallowed hard, all the while praying that my instincts were just a facade before snatching the phone from his hand viscously. averting my murderous blazing gaze from his face, I swallowed hard the lumps of fear that built up in my throat before gazing down at the phone and my eyes enlarged and bulged in shock at the image that welcomed me. a sadistic smirk ghosted my lips and faded almost immediately as though it never came. watching them walking into that Mall. that was the Mall that the TORETO family got all their gadgets from Because the late CEO and founder of that cooperation was my father's subordinate and he's Damn son is from the fucking octagon. although Nel

but I don't know what my mate was thinking right now. There was a stampede of footsteps down the steps, as Cleo came storming into the hallway. “What the hell Dad?!” she snapped. I stood up to walk to the doorway to see what was happening. Cleo and Dad head to head was always a good fight to have front row seats to. So much alike, but Cleo had my Mum's stubborness too... As I leaned on the doorway I found my sister standing in front of our Dad, hands on her hips looking so much like our Mum when she was angry. It was pretty amusing…

"Every time I close my eyes, I see the clinic. I see the look in your eyes the day Leo was born—that mixture of terror and fierce, desperate love. I was the one who kept the door locked." I walked to the edge of the terrace, standing close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. "You were a prisoner, too, Julian. You were the shield between us and Josh’s true madness. The 'Monster' died in that forest fire. The man standing here... he’s just a father trying to figure out how to be a man again."

“Hello! Are you my dad?” Startled, Eon couldn’t help but be confused at the sight of the little girl. She was holding the side of his coat with her small hands. Her reddened cheeks were plump as she smiled sweetly at him. Her brown eyes looked excited yet needy. Her little dog wagged his tail excitedly beside Celeste. With the puppy’s support, Celeste became more brazen, and said, “You’re handthome tho you’re my dad!” Her cute lisp caught him off guard. He did not know whether to laugh at her or tell her that he’s not her dad.

“Cloe! Hi! What are you doing here?” “Just got back from an audition,” she said, beaming. “How’d it go?” I asked. “Awesome! They offered me the part. And it was great, because my dad’s going to be in it with me!” She gestured to her father, who was being flashed to death by cameras. Unlike with Weston, I recognized him as soon as I laid eyes on him. He managed to break free for a moment and joined us. “Dad, come meet my friend,” Cloe said, waving him closer.

Nadia cautioned. “But I’m curious!” “Curiosity kills the cat. Go call dad, tell him to come home, mom is cooking.” The more Cora watched the kids, the more excited she was. Her sister’s kids are really sweet. ‘Mom might start to like sister if she sees these kids.’ She thought. … Meanwhile, Asher was seen in a private room at a tea house with a touch of medieval style. Sitting in front of him was an old man in his early 60s.

"What? That's his daughter? Tell me I didn't just hear that right." "Holy crap! Is a father live-streaming his own daughter being fed to a tiger? Is this guy out of his mind?" "You absolute monster! Even wild beasts look after their young. You're no better than an animal!" "Did this sick bastard throw her in himself just to go viral?" "I'm calling the cops! Someone lock this piece of trash up right now!" I glanced at the fast-scrolling barrage of insults, and the corner of my mouth twitched into a barely perceptible smirk.