Monomi X Monokuma Novels & Stories

" Father, why don't we team up with the other pack to wage a war against our pack with that, you can use it to your advantage no one I repeat no one will want a weak luna, to lead the war, I was supposed to lead them to war father as your daughter and also a beta but if I don't get the title of being a luna then I will.make sure the moonlight pack crumbles to the ground. Alice wasn't ready to back down now it was either she gets what she wants or she makes everyone suffer the worst fate .she stood up and walked out of them, when she got into her room, she quietly shut the door and then screamed out loud in anger .she grabbed all her cosmetics on the dressing table and then threw it on the g

She is truly a beautiful woman from her feet to her perfectly coifed blonde pixie haircut. Men fall over themselves for her beauty, but they fear the odd hue of blue muted purple of her eyes. “Do you have a problem with backup Aiden?" Mirasol asks as a swirl of smoke plays around her head. “Every job you’re on, you insist on going it alone. Even with a great girl like Camille backing you,” she says angrily.

But for some reason, Monique was tolerating it. "What? You think I would be too scared to do something like this? Well, sadly for you, it turns out we can get used to your dastardly fire." Monique said, "Do you see now? You can't kill me with this anymore, Haneul. This whole thing is futile. You are never going to win against us." She mocked, her gaze flitting behind Haneul, where Asmodeus and Stefano were locked in hand-to-hand combat. The demon had the werewolf at a disadvantage, too.

"He has a perverted brain!" "Mr. Dominik is a handsome, wealthy Caucasian, it's normal for his brain to be perverted when Rico is so inappropriate," said Monica, who immediately received a sharp glare from her best friend's dark irises. Monica immediately pursed her lips as she forced a smile at her best friend; she was wrong to have offended the jerk.

Moni screamed as she got up from the bed. "Do you think I want this?!?" Lucus yelled, getting up from the bed and pacing in front of Moni. Moni flinched at the roaring voice of her Alpha. She slowly took a step back, not taking her eyes off of Lucus. Her chin wobbled, and tears began to flow down her cheeks. She shook her head in disbelief. "W-who?" Moni cried softly. "I don't think you know her... It's Emma James, the omega daughter of James Builders." Lucus watched Moni as he answered her.

Monica said, “You’re all wrong. This is the most brilliant part of the Death Inquisitor’s plan! The climax of tonight’s live broadcast is coming!” Hearing this, except for Ross, the rest of them were all puzzled. Brilliant? Climax? Where? They were almost running away! Monica ran her hand through the hair on her forehead. She was very excited now. When the sixth and seventh mini-games appeared, she still did not understand and found it all very messy. But after the eighth mini-game appeared, she suddenly understood. She was so impressed that she did not know what to say.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

a simple answer, but Mike seems fulfilled. He nodded and wait until he goes. He opened his phone and launched the CAM application he is using from its launch. “Sam Ramos … this man is the top streamer?” he keeps on visiting his profile, but he knocks it off when a young lady calls his name from a decent distance. “Babe!” Mike immediately goes to her and maintains social distancing until they reach a motel nearby. Mike is a naughty twenty-three years old Civil Engineering senior. He always wanted new-- if he tastes it, he can throw it like a lollipop from his mouth.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

He thought as he laughed out loud. Carlos Mon’tblank was a kind of walking armor. Before the world he always presented himself as an intolerant and cynical being, sometimes insensitive and very embittered, distrustful, and demanding always. His life had not been easy, since he was a child he had to fight with claws and teeth to get ahead, as he grew up, he managed to take his career and business to the top of success. The Mon’tblank Bar was his reason for pride … ‘The girl of his eyes’, the place where he obtained the fortune, hadn’t achieved in his personal life, that’s why he was so demanding with everyone.