Novel & Cerita Front Desk Monsters Inc

There were the usual ads for x-ray glasses and onion gum and joy buzzers and Charles Atlas, but one at the bottom caught my eye. SEA MONSTER PETS! HATCH THESE CREATURES IF YOU DARE! I’d seen ads for Sea Monkeys before, and Matt had told me they were a species of shrimp. But sea monsters? I read the fine print but the ad gave no details other than a legal-sounding paragraph about the company not being responsible for escaped creatures or any harm they inflicted. I looked at the cost, then jumped off the bed and grabbed my piggy bank from the bureau. I emptied the contents onto the bed and counted. I had enough money.

As soon as they reached an agreement, they launched another attack on the Webers. * A scout came to report to Frosch. "Mr. Frosch! Monsters are attacking us!” "Monsters? Everyone, prepare for battle!" Frosch ordered. Besides the three families, there were also many monsters in this area. Although they were not commonly seen, these monsters were quite troublesome. But nobody expected the monsters to attack them now. Frosch had no other choice but to order everyone to defend. "Mr. Frosch, where do these monsters come from?" Adrian asked.

The front desk woman, a well-dressed woman with a bun so tight it could cut glass, greets me with a smile and a British accent straight out of a BBC drama. “Hi,” I say, handing over my ID. “I’m here to be unreasonably pampered.” She blinks. “Excuse me?” “Oh, I mean, I have a reservation,” I recover, clearing my throat. “Under Montgomery.” She types briskly, and I sneeze loudly. Like, full-body convulsion. A baby two feet away starts crying. I want to sink into the marble floor. “Bless you,” she says after a pause, still typing like nothing happened.

I barely register it falling to the floor. He’s here. The monster is finally back!

On the black leather chair behind the equipment room sat Monster, who looked like a lion that was staring at its prey. “You’ve finally arrived, Jenson Ares.” Monster’s voice was still very soft and gentle.

"This is your temporary room for one week of staying in the US monster department. All the necessities that each of you needed, will be provided by our department. But of course, some personal needs will be out of our concerns." The one who is talking is the assigned staff of the US monsters department.

The ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble as they instinctively took a step back, fear etched across their faces. "Stay back!" Simon growled, his voice deep and primal. "We'll explain everything later, but right now, we must face the Basilik and Hydra monsters first." Confusion and terror mingled in their eyes as realization sunk in. They began to comprehend the gravity of the situation, their own safety at stake. My heart sank as I noticed a peculiar phenomenon. One by one, our friends started turning to stone. I glanced around, my eyes widening in horror. They were all looking directly at the monsters, their gaze fixed and unblinking.

Flash! The light was as bright as lightning. It filled the dark office from floor to ceiling, blinding the creatures. The monsters shrieked in pain, covering their smoky faces and empty eyes with their sharp, wooden claws. They stumbled backward into the furniture, knocking over chairs and scattering important papers everywhere. "Close your eyes!" Lisa shouted over the noise. She dragged me toward the large glass doors that led to the office balcony.

” ”Take a peek at the ceiling! ”Okay?” Well, not the best time to look up to study the ceiling. Over my head looking down on me, was another set of ten creepy monsters. And guess what? It seems like the boss is the one hanging right over my head. Oh, how lucky I am, aren't I? ”Well... Do you wish for an answer?” ”How many?” ”Ten more and he is hanging over my head.” ”...” ”Emily, Emma you are to stand back to back and glued to us as well. We can't afford to let one of them slip between us, or better yet, fall between us.”

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘