How Much Of Monsters Is True Novels & Stories

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lowe

Every time selected people are chosen to play ‘Halloween’s Party‘ these people are called as the ‘Players’. It is said that if you complete and clear the last game of ‘Halloween’s Party’ you will get what you desire the most. No matter the wealth, beauty, power or even immortality. But many people have tried and failed to clear the game. The most known safe way to exit the game is to clear the round of the game. If people really want to get away from the game there are two ways first is to die and another is to- [Ding! Welcome player no.35089 to ‘Halloween’s Party ‘] Then suddenly, I was selected as one of the ‘Players’ to participate in this mysterious game. But the thing is that I am

Because a case that is considered strange makes the Vampire Hunter Clan try to participate in investigating this case. They found out that a man named Aldrich had suspicious irregularities. So that two Vampire Hunters got the task to investigate Aldrich. Helena, one of the vampire hunters who can play any role makes her have to investigate Aldrich closely. Meanwhile, Johannes becomes a spy from afar and is ready to help if something threatens Helena's life. For several months Helena lived with Aldrich. During that time, Aldrich always displayed normal behavior. Until one day, Helena caught Aldrich biting someone's neck and sucking his blood. Meanwhile, Johannes was not monitoring her for

I logged into my girlfriend's account to sell her DSLR camera on a secondhand marketplace. The transaction went through fine. The next morning, the messages started showing up, and they were nothing I was ever meant to see. "Great shots this time. What's the rate for the outfit in the middle?" That’s when it hit me–the camera's memory card had not been wiped. However, the photos inside… were nothing I had ever seen before. Revealing shots. Intimate poses. Not meant for me. I forced myself to stay calm and tried to explain the situation to the buyer. His reply stopped me cold. "Drop the act. It’s not like this is the first time I've bought from you."

[Help, the male on the book cover, says I'm his mate!] All I wanted was a boyfriend. What did I find? A gorgeous man obsessed with me. What is the problem? He isn't a human. There are wings on his back, horns on his head, and glowing eyes in his sockets. But he doesn't want to eat me—all he wants is to eat me out! My name is Talia, and one night my romance novel sucked me in and spat me out into another world. And who shows up? The man on the cover. His name is Thail, and he is visually stunning, but we don't speak the same language. I don't understand my new buddy. Yet I need him to survive in this world, and maybe he can try to help me find my way home. Thail looks capable of pr

An accident made Snow Cecy the most hated person of her husband. She was imprisoned and gave birth to a child in prison. After she was released from prison, it was her husband's crazy revenge and betrayal that met her and her children. Snow Cecy thought that one day she could wait for the truth to come out, but she only waited for a paper of incurable medical treatment. On the day of diagnosis, Vicdor Blake held his sweetheart and said to her, "you'd better die now. Don't hinder me from marrying Leyi!" At this moment, Snow Cecy finally understood what it means to die like ashes. In the fire, Snow Cecy held her child and had nothing to miss in this world. And when all the truth is revealed,Vi

"It looks like I'm into witches," he said, piercing me with his alluring blue eyes. The words that followed that dumb pickup line didn't matter. I was already falling for Felix Montel, Beta of the Moon Blade Pack. I ignored all warnings. I, Nova Laurent, a witch, took his hand and followed him, knowing he would ruin me. "Relax, love," he whispered, stroking my hair. "It's your first time with a wolf, isn't it?" I wasn't prepared for the passion he had given me. I'd become addicted to his touch, his scent, and his way of loving. My feelings for him went far beyond desire, and I had given my heart to him before I realized it. But the moment he was about to give me his in return, death took

She came to the Mountain with nothing but scars, a deadly scent, and a vow never to accept another mate. Then she met the Voss brothers. Four ruthless alphas. Four dangerous temptations. Four men who look at her like they want to ruin her slowly. Dorian’s control is cracking. Zane wants to claim her. Riven can’t stay away from her skin. And Knox? He looks at Serena like he’d burn the entire mountain just to hear her beg. The mate bond is forbidden. The desire is addictive. And Serena is one touch away from losing control.

Grace Anderson is a striking young lady with a no-nonsense and inimical attitude. She barely smiles or laughs, the feeling of pure happiness has been rare to her. She has acquired so many scars and life has thought her a very valuable lesson about trust. Dean Ryan is a good looking young man with a sanguine personality. He always has a smile on his face and never fails to spread his cheerful spirit. On Grace's first day of college, the two meet in an unusual way when Dean almost runs her over with his car in front of an ice cream stand. Although the two are opposites, a friendship forms between them and as time passes by and they begin to learn a lot about each other, Grace finds herse

My husband, Don Axel Thorne, died protecting me in a mob war. I was his widow for six years, until I turned thirty. The old guard of the Family told me it was time to move on. My friends told me to let him go. Even in my dreams, his bloody hands would cup my face, begging me to live again. So I agreed to an arranged marriage. But first, I went to his grave for one last goodbye. I’d just left the cemetery when a post appeared in my feed. [Thanks, hubby, for the six-year anniversary gift! A fifty-million-dollar penthouse in Miami!] My blood ran cold. My hands shook. The phone nearly slipped from my grip. In the photo, the man I buried six years ago was slipping a massive diamond onto another w