Minnow Monsters Novels & Stories

Like he might— A knock slammed against the door. Hard. “Problem.” Kai’s voice. Sharp. Urgent. The moment shattered instantly. Dante stepped back. Cold again. Controlled. “Come in.” Kai pushed the door open, his expression darker than before. “We’ve got movement,” he said. “What kind of movement?” Dante asked. Kai’s jaw tightened. “Marcus just disappeared.” My stomach dropped. “What do you mean disappeared?” Luca appeared behind him, already on his phone. “All his accounts are going dark,” he said quickly. “Contacts, locations—everything’s wiped.”

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.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

Most had their hands on their jaws, and all were wearing a surprised look. "Please, now we know we are free to go to that moon-star pack anytime we like. I suggest we select a few people from here who should go immediately. We don't have much time yet. We have to be fast in everything that we do. No one knows when the monster could come again. Lately, it has been very unpredictable. It comes in anytime, any day that pleases it." He sighed and sat down.

I tighten my grip on David and ask, "Your proclamation—what's the big picture? Where do you see this going? I'm curious, Alpha Nicodra. Do you have any specific ideas regarding how exactly you're going to resurrect our culture?" He lifts his glass to me and says, "I'm happy to hear your interest. My ideas are truly rooted in our conformity to a way of life that was simply not built on the beings we are. Frankly, Brigette, we are not human. In all honesty, we're monsters—at least to them, at least in our physiology." "Monsters," I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue.

Abbey said with a wry smile, "but I don't think so." "Why not?" Lucy looked thoughtfully up at the rapidly darkening sky. Her face brightened and she turned back to her friend. "How about Mick the plumber? His hands are rough, but he's got a large dick. And as an added bonus, he'll unclog your sink." Abbey laughed. "No thanks." "Okay, what about Lance? Sensitive new age guy. He recites poetry when he's climaxing. Actually, on second thoughts, he's not a good idea. The last thing you need right now is a sensitive man."

She dumped everything on the dining table, before she plopped down on one of the chairs and sighed heavily, her eyes fixed on the bags before. It was a smart idea to make it a treasure hunt, but they seemed too much for a treasure... She clapped her hand out of the blue, and sat up, cutting her thoughts short as another plopped into her mind. The name is "treasure hunt" for a reason. Treasures usually aren't small, they are typically numerous...and this was numerous! She clapped her hands excitedly, smiling as the earlier exhaustion seemed to wash away from her bones. She quickly retrieved her phone and googled how to create one, before she beckoned on the maids for help. This was going to b

I stared at it, my lips set in a thin line. He was none other than Jonathan. Owner of a major game production company in City M. And I'd just saved his son!

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

(The reason why she was supervising even after the cleaner had taken care of the room. Mr and Mrs Matthews, Brian, Henry and Laurel had their suites in different parts of the mansion. To Vanessa, Brian had the most beautiful suite. It looked like an apartment on its own. The bedroom was very big, filled with expensive furniture and paintings. A small portion of the room was used for the living area. It was beautifully decorated with a centre table. There was also a workspace, an adjoined bathroom and walk-in closet. Brain's room had glass windows which were bulletproof and operated with the touch of a button. The room also had an adjoined outdoor space which consisted of Brian's pool, outdoo