M Is For Monster Novels & Stories

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

And that terrified him. Kristen had looked at him like he was more than a monste, like he was a good man. And deep down, he believed her. But belief is dangerous. It makes you soft. And softness is fatal in his world. Carlo collapses into a chair, overwhelmed. He’s a feared man, a killer. But now he’s haunted by the memory of Kristen’s breathless gasp, the warmth of her skin, and the sound of her crying behind a locked door.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

I can hear the fast rush of water as the blood forms into different parts, creating this monster. I can feel it in my veins, and I can feel something too wet and sticky in my panties. My toes curl as I press my legs together. "You did it." Jaden whispers, his voice breaking the tension. I reopen my eyes, and in front of us is... A monster. It's small, not exactly mighty and strong like Jaden's and it's about to wither, it falls to the side. I think my magic is not strong enough to keep it lasting for long. The monster starts melting. But I fucking did it. "I created a monster!" I shriek in excitement, laughing so hard that I spin around and throw my hands around Jaden's neck without even rea

"No way! I will never marry Dexter! A loser like him could never be worthy of me. I was born to be on top!" She glanced at Mom. "By the way, where's Hazel? Didn't she come back? Well, it makes sense. If I'd married a loser like Dexter, I wouldn't dare either." As soon as she said that, someone called out for Mom. "Mrs. Spencer! Hazel asked me to tell you that she left with Dexter. Don't worry about her." The messenger handed Mom several boxes of gifts and shoved a bulky envelope into her hands before rushing off. When Mom opened it, she found dollar bills inside, which added up to roughly one thousand dollars. The letter inside nearly knocked her off her feet.

But I didn’t stop. “You don’t control me.” His eyes flickered. “You don’t own me.” Something cracked. “You don’t get to decide who I am.” My chest rose and fell sharply. “And I’m never coming back to you.” The words hung in the air. Heavy. Final. Marcus stared at me. Really stared this time. Like he was seeing something new. Something he didn’t understand. And that— That scared him. I saw it. Just for a second. Then it was gone.

"Rosemary's mother is just like her father— addicted to monsters. She wanted to know truly if monsters really existed. She also wanted to show the whole world that monsters does walk around humans like normal beings, so she created a glass." Clarabelle paused. "A glass?" Roseline raised her brows.

I smiled slightly. “Right now, we know that the monsters are highly intelligent. They may not have the capacity to build complex tools or weapons, but they have shown signs of communication. In other words, they communicate through gestures and body language. And based on what we've seen so far, it seems like they use these signals to relay information to each other.” I turned around to the projection screen behind me. I turned around to the projection screen behind me. A number of images appeared. There were pictures of the monster children, the monsters themselves, and various sketches of the terrain where they appeared through different gates.

We never shoot to stun We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood We'll take 'em one by one We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood We never shoot to stun We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood We'll take 'em one by one We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood Monsters stuck in your head (We are, we are, we are) Monsters under your bed (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh, oh (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, oh, oh Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Maggie Eckford / Matthew Bronleewe / Sam Tinnesz Monsters lyrics © O/B/O Capasso Chaos And Apocalypse Chapter Number : Chapter 23 Chapter Name : Bad omen Song : Nil Artist : Nil Lyrics : Chaos

Places you’ll beg me not to touch. Her eyes widen. “You wouldn’t—” I cut her off with a sharp laugh. “Oh, I would. You think pain scares me? You think your screams would bother me?” I lean closer, lips brushing her ear. “I live for them.” She tries to jerk her head away. “You’re a monster.” I shove the blade harder into her skin, not enough to slice deep, just enough for her to feel death breathing down her neck. “Then feed the monster. Bite your tongue or I will show you what a monster really does.”