روايات وقصص ضمن Is 2 Little Monsters A True Story

He did not seem to be joking or lying. "What?! There really are such things as monsters in this world?" cried Felicia with fright. She then turned to Diane and Severin. "I think we better leave here while we still can. I know the two of you are strong but no matter how strong you are, you'll never be able to win in a fight against a monster." Before Severin could say anything, Lillie quipped, "Nah, I don't think there's any monster in this world. These ordinary people had never come across a mythical creature or a spirit beast before so they probably thought what they saw was a monster."

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”

"It’s in the walls of this house. And I’m the only one who knows the sequence." I looked at Dominic and Killian. "Kill him," I commanded. "Kill him, and maybe I’ll let one of you live long enough to see your child." The shift in the room was instantaneous. The two monsters didn't hesitate. They didn't argue. They turned on Miller with a synchronized brutality that was beautiful and horrifying to behold. As the sounds of bone breaking and muffled screams filled the library, I picked up the laptop and slipped out through the broken glass into the freezing Highland rain.

The adults knew that it was staged, but the children did not. Robert was sitting in front, watching his mother be captured by two people in monster hoods. He instantly yelled out in shock, "Monsters! Let go of Mommy!" Robert stood up from his chair. He wanted to rush up on stage to rescue his Mommy. Mrs. Cooper immediately carried him back. "Robert, don't be afraid! The monster is fake! It's someone pretending to be a monster," Mrs. Cooper consoled Robert. Beside her, Layla was infuriated as well. She knew that the monster was fake, but she grew furious when she saw them capture her mother.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

"You went in my room?" "Just to drop off your bags. I didn't touch anything." His warm eyes looked innocent but I didn't believe him. "Thanks." I opened the door. "Winter?" His voice stopped me. "If you need anything tonight, I'm right next door. Just knock." "I'll be fine." "I'm sure you will be." He turned to leave then paused. "Sleep well, little stepsister." I closed the door and locked it immediately. I came here to hide from Marcus and start over. Instead I walked into a house with three wolves who already decided I belonged to them.

“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

I clutched at it faintly, muttering cuss words beneath my breath, as I tried to do the concentration spell that would help me through the day. But everything just went wrongly. Instead of the concentration spell, I had summoned mystics – small creatures with wings that didn’t necessarily look like anything. It took a while before I could finally get rid of all the annoying creatures. Then I had made the couch grow wings, and accidentally activated the magic spell, and it had been flying round the room for minutes non – stop, chasing me round the corner. I just gave up on everything and went to class, with the couch still flying around of course.

WHY? People say monsters aren’t real, but I dare to disagree. Monsters exist, but they do not have scary horns and hideous bodies as they are described in children’s books. Instead, they have eight pack abs and sport seductive smiles so you’d never suspect what’s hidden behind their alluring appearance. “Allaya!” A voice in low key stops me on my tracks. It’s Eduard, Elijah’s best friend. I burst into a nervous laughter, trying to push back the tears that are threatening to fall.

“But I had concerns about the protagonists. They seem oddly familiar. Like you were speaking from experience.” “If you are wondering if the ‘monster’ of the story is based on you, then the answer is yes,” I answered his unspoken question, causing his right brow to lift. “So, it’s true then. You think of me as a monster.” “That’s not what I said. You were just the inspiration. But you are not a monster. I don’t think you will kill me. It’s nothing more than a fantasy story,” I explained. “There must be some part of you that thinks of me as a monster.”