Monkey Talk To Strangers Novels & Stories

When it was that close, Wren and Lindsay could see that it was even more amazing than they had first realized. “Sir, I think we have a plan on how to catch it,” one of the men from the second van said. “It doesn’t know what we are talking about, does it?” he asked, looking at the monkey. “I have no idea if it does or not. Let’s go back to the vans just in case it does,” Wren said. “Lindsay, are you coming?” “I will be there in a minute,” she replied, not taking her eyes off the little creature.

KYLIE's POV Urrgh! The tattooed monkey really doesn't want to leave in front of me no matter what I do, I've been watering him with water from the fountain but he seems to be happy there. "Go away! SHOO!!" But the Monkey won't go away. I want to think that this monkey is really beautiful to me. He doesn't want to stop me huhu Help!

I was about to slid open the door when his words stopped me. " Can I ask you a question?" He said my brows knit in question. Nevertheless, I nodded. "Are you naturally like this?" "Like what?" I asked my brows creasing more. "Rude" As the words left his lips, it made a light chuckte out of me. "It depends on how I'm being treated. You called me a crazy woman and I gave you the taste of Craziness" "I See. By the way, I was nice meeting you Miss Elise" He said. For the first time , he smiled and it looked good on him.

Wilson said and smiled the biggest, sweetest smile his tired face could muster. The monkey elder’s curious face tilted in confusion as it contemplated. ‘How come this unique looking ape did not seem to be speaking the common ape language? Is he perhaps one of the last surviving types of his species? And what is that look on its face? Is he challenging my authority? Such arrogance! Die for me!’

I felt like an alien, with Ivy's curious and fascinated gazes. It was as if the young girl were watching a wildlife documentary on Animal Planet; any of my actions elicited surprised looks and sounds of astonishment. With my peripheral vision, I could observe her facial expressions. She was truly spontaneous, and her face revealed her thoughts. Unlike many people I had met in life, I sensed no malice or cunning in her observation. It was more a curious thing, as if she had never seen another person before. Somewhat ironic, considering that, as far as I knew, she belonged to a species called 'moonhowlers.'

Then, the door opened again. It wasn't Ryan. It was Monkey—thin, wiry, with eyes that never stayed still. He didn't look surprised to see me tied up; instead, a sleazy grin spread across his face. He kicked the door shut and let his gaze crawl over me like a snake, lingering on my disheveled collar and bound wrists. "Well, well... Miller sure knows how to have a good time." He clicked his tongue, sauntering closer. "Why’d he leave a pretty thing like you all alone? Seems lonely."

I knelt to the monkey, talking low, gentle, trying to keep my voice steady, despite my own raw nerves, Ella's condescending face still burning in my mind, her hand on Jayden seared there. The monkey was small, its coat a rich, shining brown, its gait a fast, quick one that didn't belong in the creepy woods. "Damn, that's a good one," Sarah whispered, her voice low and reverent, her eyes on the creature, its otherworldliness from the other animals of the woods a wonder to her.

Ana shuddered at Mahira’s words and the determination she exhibited just now, she looked like an angry hurt tigress who wanted to simply kill and devour her enemies Ana knew it was time to pull her out of this rut again or she would just get carried away “Hey, guess what?” she changed the topic “What?” Mahira looked at her in surprise, instantly snapping out of her thoughts like the anger attack just now never happened to her “We have to meet Mak the monkey in a while, I called him and informed we’re here so he wouldn’t budge, and guess what?” she asked again, glad that Mahira already looked like her mind was diverted

Monkey locked eyes with the icy stare behind the Strategist's silver mask, and a shiver ran down his spine. He hung his head, not daring to look again. "Got it, got it! Won't happen again, I swear!" The Strategist gave a nod. "There's one more thing—" He cut off mid-sentence, his eyes casually drifting to the floor-to-ceiling window. The morning sun was shining bright; however, there was something off about the glimmer in the light. A sly smile crept onto the Strategist's hidden lips. "Hey, boss," the kid known as Monkey was puzzled why the man before him had suddenly clammed up.

I widened my eyes upon realizing that this monkey could even baby talk. "I don't care, you need to eat. Okay, here's the deal. If you eat and take care of yourself, I promise to help you find your sibling," I didn't know why I was making promises to this monkey, knowing that I don't have enough money to hire someone to look for his sibling. I don't know if he's just gullible, but he immediately took the spoon and started eating. I smiled as he started eating. After a few minutes, he finished all the food that I brought.