Good Morning Monster Novels & Stories

But it was finally safe from monsters. And for Sophie, that was enough.

Morning of day four, the system pinged—only 12 players left. Last night, I got a message from Mara: [Yaya, starting tomorrow, it's time to visit your neighbors. I heard you need to meet all 30 monsters to unlock the tower and get the final hint. You're on the toughest floor—30th—so please help us by clearing it. We'll back you up from the other floors.] I sent back, [Thanks. I've got this.] No clue what Day 7 would throw at me, so I focused on the next three.

He titled his head, the monster showed up, "Sorry love, but i gotta hurt you one last time." Before i forget, me loves ya all ❤️

“The room was enveloped in darkness, there was a sound of droplets hitting the ground, the room smelled like a rotting corpse. There was a tapping on the door like someone was baning in morse code. The sound stopped when a large metal door opened a monster showed up. There was a pounding against the wall and one of the lights flickered on, the light brightened the room. But the people in the room were better off not knowing who put them there, the monster walked closer to the people chained and shackled against the wall. They kept screaming why are you doing this to me?'' Let me out. I have a family. Please do not do this to me. The Monster did not say anything to the man he just walked over

“How’s it going?” Lexy stuck up a finger and announced the batter before they all turned to greet her. Beth couldn’t rip her eyes away from the game too long since there was an active batter, but she did turn her head when the screeches of metal chair legs bit into plywood, and Brittany situated herself just behind Andi and Lexy. The tone in the room hadn’t improved much, but they all said hello and asked her how work was. “Blah,” she said, shaking her head. “But at least I’ll have gas money so we can hang out this weekend.”

He mouthed "I made breakfast," I told him, dropping the tray on the table. "Get in here." He patted the space next to him, and I rushed back to the bed and got in beside him. He spoke to someone on the phone for a few more minutes before he turned to me and hugged me. "Good morning, baby." He pecked my cheek, and I blushed. I could get used to this forever. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" I asked

Guns and triggers Kristen stirred under the soft sheets, blinking at the morning light sneaking through the curtains. A delicious smell drifted into her nose—eggs, toast, maybe bacon? The door creaked open gently. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," Carlo said, walking in with a tray. "I figured I'd bribe you with breakfast before I say sorry for last night." Kristen sat up slowly, eyes narrowing just a little. "So you admit you were a jerk?"

My outfit was simple yet cheerful: a sunflower-yellow sundress that brushed my knees, my hair pulled into a loose braid over one shoulder. As I tiptoed toward Nolan’s room, a sleepy voice called out from the partially open door. “Mommy?” I froze, my heart melting. The door creaked just slightly as I leaned in and peeked through the crack. Nolan’s wide, sleepy eyes stared up at me, still half-drenched in dreams. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” I cooed softly as I pushed the door open. “Why are you awake so early?” “I… I had a bad dream,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with tiny fists. “A monster… chasing me.”

But it'a been three hours since the monster attacked them and they haven't done anything except walk around, eat some food, and wait for the monster to wake up. He can tell that the others are getting impatient, most of them are even jumping up and down, making noise like they're trying to scare the werewolves awake. As the sun sets, he knows that they have to act fast before it gets totally dark. He takes a deep breath. "Everybody!" he yells. "Grab a stick!" Almost immediately, he and the rest of his friends grab sticks and throw them at the monster on the ground. Some of them manage to land near it; the others hit empty space between the monster and the dirt.

It was a cold morning and Emily woke up from the bed with a fright. The loud sounds and indiscreet growls had woken her, and she looked around her dark room in fear. She could hear the shouting and screams of werewolves coming from outside the house. She took her phone and checked the time, and it was past four in the morning. The noises were getting louder, and all she could do was jump out of the bed. This is an occurrence that she was already accustomed to, and it always happens when there were intruders in the pack, most especially rogues.