Hamster Hell Novels & Stories

His jaws were chiseled and he had a face that even the gods would be jealous of, but before the man could even open his mouth to speak. A flying kick landed right in his temple sending him crashing into the ground, Genevieve screamed in horror as she didn’t know what even made Hazel act like this man was some monster from some folklore. “I said get your filthy paws off Lady Genevieve!” Hazel shouted, embracing the much smaller Genevieve in her arms like a mother protecting her child but Hazel’s stern face soon loosened up and contorted into one of fear the moment she realized he wasn’t moving. “Y-You killed him!” Genevieve screamed at Hazel, and they both began freaking out because they knew

Janice chimed in with a chuckle. "He says he saw a 'sort of lady? What do you mean by that, anyway?” Armand asked him. Havi looked around. He hated being in such an annoying situation, but there was nothing he could do except convince his friends. "Really. I saw something down there. In the basement. This is… not a joke, guys.” "Woo. Just tell us that you're scared." Janice teases him. Havi let out a big sigh, then shouted, “Yeah, I'm scared! So what? I swear there's a strange creature resembling a lady with long black hair in the basement toilet! We're not safe here!”

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

Chapter 94(the moment of Truth) Hazel's Point Of View: “What do you mean?" I asked her, my brow raising in confusion. She let out a sigh, “He's a harem wolf. His second mate is out there somewhere.”. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Just when our lives were starting to make sense and I was actually starting to really fall in love with him all over again, and now this? He would be ill until he has a second mate? That made no sense to me.

And it might not be a good thing to see. Then, his eyes went near her. It was Hunter. He felt his stomach turn cold. “Call Uncle Bob! Make it quick. And get me some tranquilizer!” He managed to order Neil – who seemed to be fazed, too, just like all of them. Neil swallowed hard – as he tried so hard to look at him. “Y-Yes, Master…” He uttered in pure dazed. Hector gritted his teeth – trying to contain his emotions. “This is not good… Miss Leila… Is she being eaten by her animalistic side?” Butler Henry commented on his side.

“It’s a long story.” “I bet it is.” Mama Felz crossed her arms. “Your parents know you’re here?” Hazel’s face went cold. “They’re dead. Now can we fucking focus on the issue at hand? That cage won’t hold for long, and I would really like to not die today.” The beast slammed against the bars again. This time, one of them cracked. My heart jumped, but Mama Felz didn’t even flinch. “Shit,” Hazel hissed. Mama Felz hummed thoughtfully, tapping her chin. “Can you do a Binding Anchor Hold?”

“You know, if you are going to keep coming down here and bugging me, you could at least tell me your name,” Hazel grumbled, struggling to speak past the growing dry lump in her throat. Still tied to the chair in the dark, damp, and disgusting basement, the Italian werewolf had been her only company for days. She was growing increasingly uncomfortable, thirsty, and hungry. Only her witch was helping to keep her strength up with its aggression and its desire to rip out the asshole’s throat.

“Understood.” No questions asked. No more further inquiries. If he wanted to preserve his sanity, that’s it. The Hamster clan was famous for their vicious view of the world. They used to be oppressed by everyone including the rat tribe even though they were from the same species. Later, they learned to retaliate, giving birth to the current assassin skill. Some of the powerful species were quite afraid of them for their boldness. Therefore, once again, he emphasized that he wouldn’t fuck with a hamster. The teeth were so sharp, the cuteness was so deadly.

“Why do you think the Henchman property has something to do with these killings?” “Well, I've seen things up there at their mansion. Weird things." Celeste sat closer to the edge of her seat. “Weird things like what?” Black did the same. “Like big wolves, the size of a minivan, and also the younger kids growl and bite people a lot," she explained. “And that lab nearby that Mr. Henchman spends most of his days experimenting on — God knows what.” “So, what does this have to do with the killings?”