M Is For Monster Novels & Stories

“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

If Elijah wanted to break me, both physically and mentally, no one would be able to come to my rescue. If my family were willing to marry me off to mad man, who would want to save me from him? I survived and managed to escape from the hands of monsters about six years ago. But I do not wish to go through the same thing all over again. I already knew what was waiting for me. Men who are not satisfied with the amount of lavish power they have are the most dangerous beings in the world. Their appetite can never be satisfied and I already knew that Elijah was one of these men.

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .

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.

“He does need a bath. He has been in the yard playing with Mo every night, I think.” “Mo? Who’s Mo?” Max asked as he realized who Dillon meant. “You named the big guy, Mo.” “Well, yeah, I mean, back in the ’70s, one of them terrorized a town near St. Louis, and they called it Momo for Missouri Monster. The big guy isn’t a monster, but Mo seems to fit him for some reason,” Dillon explained. Max began to laugh, put his hand on Dillon’s shoulder, and said, “Oh yeah, there is no denying who your mother is. You are just like her. Come on, let’s get started so we will be done before your mom and Wren get home.”

“Girl, you don’t know what you just did. You started trouble with a monster.” “Good,” I smirked, heart pounding with tension running through my veins. “Monsters don’t scare me.”

What did you call someone who sat on your roof and counted your breath and would kill for you and wouldn’t say what to call him? I didn’t want to know the answer and I didn’t want not to know it. “Monster,” I said again, tasting how it fit in my mouth when I had time to choose it. It was too easy. It was too simple. The problem with monsters is that you can put a shape around them and pretend that makes them other. Easier than admitting you’d watched and stayed.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

I moaned out as Alex quickens his pace. "I'm close baby," he moaned. I lifted my hips as his thrusts go deeper and faster. I wrapped my hand around my length, stroking it at the same pace as his as I could feel myself nearing climax. "Oh, fuck, Alex. This feels so good. I'm so close." "Cum with me baby," He mumbled against my lips. Our moans were getting louder and louder until I came all over my chest. I could feel Alex fill me up as we climax at the same time. Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests.

He spoke out to the monster’s hearing. “What did you say?” the monster asked aggressively and moved towards Darrell a bit, his feet crushing the cave. “Destiny,” Darrell replied. The monster sighed “the wrong answer” He shouted and hit Darrell with his fist causing him to fall. Alyssa helps Darrell up to his feet. “This is your last chance, get it wrong and be squashed!” the monster said and jammed his fists together. Alyssa and Darrell put their heads together to think of the answer, “what do you think it is?” Alyssa asked.