Mad Father Burn Monster Novels & Stories

a voice answered on the first ring. "Malcom Hale," I said. My voice was steady, but it was no longer human. It was the voice of the monster they had created. "And Matteo Deveraux." "Protocol?" "Burn them," I whispered, looking at the blood on my hands. "Burn it all. I want nothing left." --------------------------------------

Noa’s hands shook as he shoved extra magazines into his jacket, his mind moving too fast, too sharp, like his body couldn’t keep up with the wildfire now roaring through his veins. His mother had switched sides, or maybe she’d never left Dominik’s side to begin with. It didn’t matter now. What mattered was the message, the location burned into his screen like a brand. The old Moretti estate. Home. The place where the first lies were buried. The place where monsters were made.

"I felt the Moon trying to tell me you were mine. It sickens me." He lifted me higher, his arm straight, hoisting me into the air by my neck. I couldn't breathe. Black spots started to dance in my vision. The crowd was cheering now, calling for my head. My own pack members were spitting at my feet. "I’d rather burn my kingdom to the ground than be mated to a child-killer," Kaelen growled, his face inches from mine. His eyes were pure animal rage. "You want to be a monster? I'll treat you like one."

"You ungrateful little monster! You're a curse on this family! How did the Sutherlands ever raise someone like you? "Your mother has sacrificed everything for you! Are you trying to destroy us all before you're satisfied?" I looked at her face, twisted and red with fury, and felt nothing but cold. So this was how they saw it. Mom had been stealing Dad's money to bankroll their entire family, and in their eyes, she was the one making sacrifices. While their curses chased me down the road, I got into the Porsche that had always been mine, turned the engine over, and drove away without looking back.

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

my dad grab Janella quickly as they rush to our house, but the monster now is chasing them panicking but dad never let go of Janella’s hand Janella sneak a peek at what they are running from and she saw a man with a bloody slitted mouth, red eyes and running fast towards them her eyes went wide and scream! “WAAA!!!!”- Janella the monster was fast but father, and Janella is near to our doorstep “quick quick!”- Mom as soon as dad and Janella arrives, mother and I shut the door quickly *BAG!!**DAG!!!* DAG!!!**DAG!!!* the monster is attacking our door but the four of us now pushing the door so that it won’t break and after a long minute the monster stop attacking our door we lock completely the

The mother shouted before she held her daughter's body close to her chest. "Really? How do you know that? Has God given you this message personally? I am Madeline. No one can kill me. I would’ve shown you that personally, but sadly, you won’t be able to see it because you won’t live that long. I am not sure whether he will be able to burn me in hell or not, but since you've suggested such interesting torture, I would like to test it on you." Madeline said before she raised her hand in the air and created a fire circle around the mother, making the people who were standing close to her immediately take a few steps back.

I was taken aback and couldn’t help but notice how aloof she was compared to my own mother who had always been so warm and inviting, even while she suffered depression throughout her life. Once we were in the privacy of Hugo’s bedroom, he said, “I have to apologize about my mom. She may come off as rude but don’t take it personally.” He slumped his shoulders, his whole face downcast. “I never told you this, but a few years back, my dad was a firefighter in Greater Madawaska. A house in town caught fire, and a child was caught inside. They’d pulled the mother out, but she was hysterical, screaming for her son. My father ran in trying to save him, but he never made it out. They say he exhauste

She just placed her hands firmly on the steering and showed no emotions towards what had just happened. She took a look at the rear view mirror to check how the man was pulling up, and she saw a similar face, it wasn’t just anybody, it was her father. She screamed immediately and her mother matched the accelerator, and the car sped off, this time the music had stopped, the road was clear; there were no cars except theirs. Arlene couldn’t comprehend what was happening, her mum just ran over her father and she behaved like nothing happened. “Why are you doing this?” Arlene screamed with tears, at her mum. Who focused on the road with her leg steady on the accelerator.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's