Novel & Cerita Johnny Worthington Monsters University

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

“Theo likes you.” “Theo likes everybody. That child would probably befriend a serial killer.” A small laugh escaped my lips before I covered my mouth quickly. Vanessa clicked her tongue dramatically. “And who’s feeding us, huh? Because I barely have enough money to feed myself.” “You literally spend your salary on smoke and tequila.” “And whose business is that?” “You’re unbelievable.” “No, you are.” She grumbled. “I swear if this child starts calling me mommy, I’m billing you.”

It was as if the air had carried him. He walked to the front and scanned the class. “Today, we begin with your first assessment,” he said, voice crisp. “It will not be theoretical.” Oh, yay. “You’ve been grouped in pairs already. The task requires unity. Fail to work together, and you’ll both lose points.” He began calling names. One by one, students moved to find their partners. Then— “Thorne.” The werewolf stood lazily, stretching his neck like a bored lion. “Vale.”

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

WINTER POV They wouldn't leave my room. Dante sat on my bed like he owned it. Kai blocked my door. Luca checked every window lock like Marcus might appear any second. "Tell us everything about Marcus Shaw." Dante's voice left no room for argument. "There's nothing to tell." "Lying won't work, Winter." Kai crossed his arms. "We can stay here all night." My phone buzzed in Dante's hand and jis jaw clenched as he read the screen. "Four more messages. All threats."

“Again, that sorry excuse of a human is not my father. And, you had a deal with Bruce. Why do I have to pay for his sins? Isn’t that a little… I don’t know… medieval?” “Then perhaps,” he said smoothly, “we make a deal of our own, Miss Marlowe.” He sounds completely unbothered. Like this entire conversation was already over in his head. Well, think again, Thanos. “I’m not making any deals with you. I don’t know you. I don’t like you, and honestly this whole kidnapping thing is a terrible first impression. So no. Hard pass you psychopath!” A faint smile touched his lips. “Psychopath is dramatic.”

I stood before she could say anything, the floor cold beneath my bare feet. “Now,” I continued, voice shaking but unbroken, “I’m choosing to become the monster who didn’t give anyone a chance.” I met her gaze fully then. “So I can be their chance.” The silence that followed felt alive. Heavy. Dangerous. Mae sucked in a breath. Rowan’s head snapped toward me, eyes sharp—but he said nothing. The Ancient One studied me for a long time. Not my face—my bones. My scars. The place where fear had once lived and been replaced by something harder.