How Much Of Monsters Is True の小説・ストーリー

Rewards: 30 000 crystal stone 100 gold coins Species: Experimented Mini Monkey Monster Age: 150 years old in monsters years and 100 000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Abilty: Underground Claws Intellegience: Bare [Can make a hole under the surface with its claws] Rewards: 3 000 crystal stone 100 gold coins Species: Two-legged Zerg Monster Age: 1 000 years old in monsters years and 10 00 000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Abilty: Deadly Feet Claws Intellgience: Bare [Can make a hole under the surface with its claws] [Can stretch out his legs to the humans fleeing far away from him] Rewards: 3 000 000 crystal stone 1 000 gold coins Species: Four-legged Zerg Monste

Norman replied. “Yeah…” “My mother used to scare me with these monsters when I was younger. I really thought she’s just using them to calm me down from throwing tantrums but it turns out that they really do exist.” Norman announced how he just saw the reality of things flash by his eyes and I thought we had the same thought process. These monsters used to only exist in films and books but no one ever suspected that they do exist in this world. And apparently, I’m one of those monsters now.

Golden rings surround his eyes now, his chest heaving. Horror scalds my insides, a vicious headache stirring in my temples. "I-I'm done!" I say, and panic flashes across his handsome face. His body shakes, sweat forming on his forehead. Suddenly, he looks half mad. And that scares me to no end. "Y-you're a monster," I spit. He shakes his head, reaching a hand for me. I pull my hand away, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. "Please, baby, don't do this to me. I can't...breathe without you..." he croaks.

“Mom.” I looked back at him. “I’m listening.” He kept his eyes on the ceiling as he asked the next question. “If I say yes, and we do the test with the guards and everything, can the Paper Monster be locked up?” I looked at him lying there, one hand still tucked beneath the pillow where the drawing waited. The night lamp cast the room in a soft amber glow, making the shadows gentler and, somehow, everything feel a little more survivable. "If the test says what I think it says," I said, "there's a lot of paper that changes. And yes. Some of the monsters get locked up."

Everybody raised their glasses, and then the event was in full swing. I caught Roman’s face harden after Levi got down from the stage. The announcement he made at the end was unnecessary, and even I was pissed, but I was glad that he didn’t mention my name or my daughter’s name. “Do you like the food, Sarah?” Roman asked my daughter, and she beamed with excitement. “Yes, my mummy makes food just like this,” she said, and I smiled before patting her hair. “Really?” Roman asked, and she nodded.

ended right there, on the sidewalk, in front of the whole world. I sat back down, my legs finally starting to shake from the adrenaline. James put an arm around me, and Elena came down from the stage to take my hand. For the first time in my life, the air in the room didn't feel like it was full of lies. The truth was out. 4.9 million people had seen it. The monster was in a cage. I looked at Marie, who was closing her laptop with a triumphant smirk. We had done it. We hadn't just ruined him; we had deleted him.

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

He was clearly a newer resident of Teveil. His hand dropped to his side before he shoved it back into his pant pocket. He wore a simple suit, but it was tailored to fit his body perfectly, outlining every single muscle. I cleared my throat, trying to remember what he had said to me just moments ago. "Monsters aren't real," I whispered. His eyes lit up with amusement as he watched me, something about his gaze seeming all too animalistic. He looked at me as if I was his prey, his next meal. He let out a deep chuckle, sending a thrill up my spine. "Oh love, monsters are real, and they look like people."

“I know. Your timeline?” “We move when the moon is high. , “We’ll send a location. Bring him there. Quietly.” Chris looked at the locked door, his smile stretching. “And when you prove what he is—” “We will not just prove,” the voice corrected. “We will show. In ways no skeptic can deny. Imaging. Samples. Response to lunar triggers. The world will see the truth. Monsters will leave storybooks and enter news reports.” Chris’s heart pounded fast. He pictured his name in newspapers, his face on television, everyone praising him as the man who exposed the supernatural. He imagined Diana destroyed, Xander powerless, the boy just a tool in his hands.

I send a quick smile his way then adjust my face to a normal one. "I have this belief that money is life." "Turns out we have a mutual belief." I answer in a bored tone. "I need life in exchange for a life." I smile. A genuine one, for the first time since the meeting began. "A life for a life." My smile widens. "I like the sound of that." "Sounds better than nothing." He smiles along. He's truly happy over this money he's gonna get. Seems to me, he couldn't afford much. Anyways, he wouldn't be rich, yet borrowing.