Jjk Monsters Novels & Stories

What are you doing? Geni: Laundry. Want some company? Me: I know what you're trying to do. I'm fine. Geni: You're not fine. You've been moping around all week. He's an asshole. You need some fun. Me: Yes he's an asshole. But fun on my day off means Jamie Fraser in a kilt. Geni: Really. Which episode are you on? When I don't answer her fast enough, because I don't honestly know, she texts again.

“The better prepared we are for battle, the greater the odds of our succeeding.” “You refer to the vampires as monsters when, technically, you are one as well,” Hank mused. “I am one of many things,” Jasper thoughtfully admitted. “Having spent time amongst all three of what I am, I believe that the vampire is the worst of them. Therefore, he qualifies as a monster. If I am also a monster, I pray to keep that part of me subdued until I am able to eradicate vampirism from my body.” Hank sounded impressed as he asked, “You can do that?”

I'd finally figured out how to survive the monster's rules, only to discover we were trapped inside. Was the thing planning to keep us here until we starved? Seeing the anxiety on my face, my father quickly tried to reassure me. "It's alright. The two of us will think of something. Don't panic—no matter what happens, I'll protect you." His words offered a fragile thread of comfort. "By the way, Dad… Kiera hasn't come out of her room at all since earlier. Do you think it's possible she's like us? She's realized Mom's a monster and is too scared to come out?"

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

After a moment, I heard the familiar, small voice that always softened my heart. “Mommy?” “Hey, sweetheart,” I whispered, the worry easing a little at the sound of her voice. “Jessica told me you had a scary dream. Are you alright?” There was a pause as she sniffled. “I dreamed there were monsters in my room,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “They were trying to reach for me, and I was trying to run away fast…” “Oh, honey,” I said, my heart squeezing. “It was just a dream, I promise. There are no monsters, and I’m coming home right now. But you know what? If you want, you can stay close to Aunt Jessica until I get back, okay?”