Diego Brando Scary Monsters Novels & Stories

Mom cackled and I could not help but wonder if she was going crazy, because why was she getting him riled up even more. “Hm... still the little bitch even at the face of death, aren’t you? I wonder how loud Alessandro’s cry will be when he comes home to find his beloved wife dead, huh? Because you’re going to die in the next minute and don’t even waste your breath, because you can’t change my mind at all.” Bruno said, in a voice that was scary. Mom laughed, but her smile didn’t meet her eyes. She looked back in panic as if trying to check on me, “oh, guess what, Bruno. I don’t plan to change your mind, you’re a fucking monster.” Mom yelled.

"If you had just admitted it earlier, you could've rotted away in prison at least. But no, you had to go and pull out your memories. Guess you dug your own grave. Don't be scared. I'll visit your grave every year." They tied me up and hoisted me above the grinder. The blades spun wildly beneath me. As the crowd shouted, I slowly began to descend. The soles of my shoes were shredded instantly. I struggled, but the more I fought, the faster I dropped. Just as my legs were about to be torn apart, the operator of the extraction machine suddenly shouted, "Your Honor! I found something that doesn't make sense." She rushed forward, holding a blood-soaked mass of flesh.

“I-If you see me like this, and my eyes are d-different unlike the other night... j-just run.” I shook my head indulgently. “No!” I firmly said. “I will not leave you here! I don’t understand why they are afraid of you, but I am not!” “I am… a-a monster,” he said while groaning in pain. “Y-You can’t be with a monster…” “What the bloody hell, Diego?!” I exclaimed. “You asked me if I trust you, and yes, I fully trust in you! So whatever you turn out to be tonight, I will never leave you! Ever!”

My blood ran cold. Because I knew that sound. Diego hadn’t calmed. He hadn’t found control. He was back as his human self, barely controlled. And this time, the monster wasn’t running away.

"Now. While it's distracted, we move and leave. Staying here means death. Someone has to get out and bring Ms. Brandt back. Otherwise, we all die." Fear rippled through the crowd. Some froze. To escape, they would have to pass the monster. Others cracked. It was better to try than wait. "Everyone rush together. It can't kill all of us, right? If we stay, we're dead anyway." A few young men went red-eyed. Terror tipped into rage, and rage gave them courage. The monster crouched and batted the two bleeding young men back and forth with lazy taps. Leopold Bravan and Jacob Kennedy were soaked in blood, still clawing at life. They reached toward the others.

But his black eyes were rimmed slightly in pink, and his grimace widened, displaying large red gums where three-inch fangs protruded. “Holy hell…” she muttered, images of Gibbon filling her mind. This would be a more sophisticated version of the last monster she’d tangled with that wouldn’t die. “Shoot it!” Brandon said again and opened fire before Cadence could even draw her gun. At this range, he had to have hit the thing at least twenty times, but it slowly started walking right toward them. “What the hell is happening?” Cadence asked, looking at Brandon who had stopped with the gunfire. He shrugged, his eyes wide, and they both slowly turned back to see the monster standing about a foot

"What happened?" Don Morandi was right behind him. His expression darkened as well when his gaze swept over Dario and Lina. And then, I heard footsteps. They were heavy and measured. A man stepped out of the shadows. He was incredibly tall—a good half a head taller than Dario, and he had shoulders so broad they looked like they were about to burst through his black shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing a web of interlaced scars from his wrist all the way to the crook of his elbow.

Constance turned her head to the room in fear that Letitia had woken up before she pulled Mateo along with her only stopping once she thought they were far away from the room Letitia was resting in. "What did you do that for?" "Do what for?" Mateo asked in confusion. "Scare me like that! You gave me quite the fright!" Constance whisper yelled and Mateo rolled his eyes. "You can let me go now." "Huh?" Mateo didn't reply and only raised their hand up which Constance was holding firmly. Constance face turned crimson as she immediately let his hand go as if it burned her. She awkwardly and quietly cleared her throat her eyes darting around.

" As soon as I finished speaking, Rosa froze for a moment, then burst out laughing as she pulled a machete from behind her. "So you really were reborn too. You bitch! Why didn't you warn me? You knew Theo's a lunatic! It's your fault my life turned out this way! Die again, Hazel. Next time, I'll make the right choice!" She flung the door open and raised the machete to strike at me. Seizing the moment, I rolled to the side, and the machete sank deep into the ground. I didn't dare imagine how terrifying it would be if that blade had struck me instead.

“A bunch of idiots. Do you think the Patchwork Monster’s burrito would contain human food?” He excitedly answered the Patchwork Monster. “It should have fingers—fingers!” “Correct!” Then the Patchwork Monster suddenly had an idea. “Then let’s put your fingers in the burrito!” He stepped forward, grabbed Jack’s left hand, pressed it onto an empty plate, and raised a small knife. Jack’s expression instantly turned into terror. He screamed, “Why am I being punished when I answered correctly!” “No! Ahhh!” The Patchwork Monster replied, “Because you’re asking for it!”