Daily Monster Novels & Stories

"Mommy is glad you came home early, because tonight Mommy wants to have dinner with you." "Yes, I'm really looking forward to it," answered Angel with a stiff smile. "Mommy bought your favorite cheesecake," said Mrs. Matthew placed a beautiful cake in front of Angel. "And later Mommy will cook steak for our dinner." At that moment, Angel's eyes immediately shifted to a piece of raw meat that his mother had just taken out of a shopping paper bag. He swallowed hard again, because to him the raw meat looked so tempting. Without realizing it, Angel reached for the meat, sniffed it while closing his eyes.

I know I'm acting crazy I'm stuck, feeling stoned With my hand on my heart, I'm praying To survive this whole thing The heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez (...) Ella After an exhausting day, I finally arrive at my apartment and throw myself on the couch. The meowing of Tom, my fur ball, makes me look away. "Hi, my love. How was your day?" I stroke his soft fur and he rubs his head against my leg. You must be hungry, right? "As if he understood my question, he lets out a steady meow."

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.

A week after, Jimmy and Lord Nylian were having breakfast alone. The table was silent, only the sound of the juice glasses and cutlery setting on the marble table could be heard. The Duke was reading Dreamy Day, the number one newspaper in the kingdom. The writers and editors made sure to include all the things that happen daily in Fantasia, such as the next game of Golden Basket; it's the same concept as the regular Basketball game on Earth, except that it's played in the air. The players are mostly fairies or creatures that have wings. They must pass a kind of silver balloon and throw it on the golden basket that floated peacefully in the air.

After a hard day’s work, Madchen, Nick and Kimber headed to their favorite bar, close to the beach. The sunset was beautiful as usual. They sipped on their beers as they watched it disappear into the water’s silver hues, while playing a friendly game of pool. The winner always played the next opponent. This was usually Nick, with Kimber and Madchen taking turns. It was all in good fun however, and the three friends talked and laughed as they played. Madchen took a break, heading to the outside bar on the beach. It was Kimber’s turn, and Madchen wanted a margarita. As she was sitting there relaxing and enjoying the moment, she felt a large hand on her shoulder.

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”

I have found that when you are deeply troubled, there are things you get from the silent devoted companionship of a dog that you can get from no other source. – Doris Day Early on Saturday, February fourteenth, Monster was curled up behind Dean. Since JD had left, the dog had not slept in his room. Then his girl and the rest of the family had been gone for a week and a half and Monster had to stay with Gina. Monster loved going to Gina’s. His mom and two of his sisters lived with Gina. And there were always treats. His favorite were the homemade treats from the dog bakery café that also served dog friendly ice cream.

Monet leaned in, the neon pink lights reflecting off the gold rims of her glass. "Girl, my phone has been blowing up since six this morning," Monet shouted over the beat, her eyes gleaming. "I’ve got clients I haven’t heard from in years suddenly asking if I can 'squeeze them in' just so they can ask if I really know the girl on Damien Blackwood’s arm."

As we walked, Tommy explained the game to me. “It's called MonsterGo,” he said, pulling out his cell phone. “You open up the app and then monsters pop up on your screen. They can show up anywhere, so you have to run all over town to find them.” Tommy snatched my phone out of my hand and quickly downloaded the game for me. “There, now you can play too,” he said. I shrugged, seeing the game as the perfect opportunity to distract myself from the misery that was job hunting. We ran around the park for a bit and it wasn't long before I caught my first monster. It was called a “Stingly.”

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********