Monster High Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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. *********

"You’re writing the lead in your head before the event even happens." "I can't help it, Julian," I said, leaning back in the plush leather chair. I looked at the encrypted drive on the desk. "Victor was a monster, but he was a human monster. He wanted money, power, and his father’s approval. But these 'Architects of the Void'... their code is different. It’s cold. It doesn't have a signature. It doesn't have an ego."

She couldn't help feeling a bit worried. Agatha knew Maurice since she's become popular earlier than her. As last year's female winner, Maurice was really a goddess. Last year, when she was sitting at the audience seats, she quietly did a comparison between Maurice and Misty and admitted to herself that the former was actually way charismatic than the other. The beauty level was the same, but Maurice Jensen, despite having a violent tendency, was a natural stunner. If the girl did nothing but stand next to Misty, or even Cloe, she'd appear a bit more beautiful due to her endless charm, which the two fell short a bit. There was also a bit of aura on her that makes her like someone from the hi

Early twenties, maybe. Handsome in a way that was unfair to anyone breathing. Golden skin, sharp jaw, dark eyes that glinted like onyx set in gold. His hair was black as pitch, shoulder-length and loose. His frame was lean, athletic—the kind of body sculptors tried to recreate for centuries. The kind of beauty that made you forget it belonged to a monster. My heart dropped into my stomach. Because this? This was worse than the monster. This was the kind of danger you didn’t see coming until your throat was already slit.

“I've never seen such a creature in our clan. Perhaps it’s merely tainted.” This outright denial was understandable. Tyron didn’t want to acknowledge the hideous beast as part of his lineage. As Adrian contemplated, he clenched his fists tightly. “Heavenly Body Training Art!" he shouted as he charged forward, his massive fist extended. The monster brandished its grotesque tentacles at Adrian. They were covered in black mist and unknown fluids, evoking a sense of discomfort. However, Adrian pushed aside any hesitation. His fist radiated golden light as it swung down at the monster with relentless force, aiming to destroy the creature.

All my life I believed they were just fictional characters in books, and here I was in the home of one! No one would ever believe me if I told them, I wouldn’t even believe myself! No matter how much I wanted to hate him, my mind stubbornly refuses to ignore what my eyes could clearly see. This monster was a perfect looking one, a healthy towering build, he looked like he was in the 6ft5’s. I was literally tiny next to him. His facial structures were so perfect, I have never seen such perfection before! Jaw line so sharp that I bet it could give me a cut. His eyes were a fiery shade of gold, but somehow so bright and beautiful. Jet black neatly styled undercut hair, and a smooth olive skin t

Monster High was now down a student after Frankie Stein flew out Alyssa’s car window this morning. He was certain that he heard Ken begging Ashlyn for mercy. Pagan was starting to think that he just needed to order a bunch of the dolls and keep them stashed away.

“Why do you like this so much? Why do you have to rile me up to the point I must hurt you?” “You are a fucking monster,” I hissed through the sensations. It was as if my body was wildfire. The harder Dominic slammed, the tighter my pussy clammed his length. “Oh, baby, you are trying too hard to convince yourself of my monstrosity that it is a laughable factor now. Or maybe, you like to be fucked this way? You liked to be ravaged by me?” To what extent was I depraved to desire to be fucked by a man whose blood killed mine?

I stay silent. He grips harder, pulling until my scalp burns. "You think staying quiet will make you look innocent?" he spits. "You're a fucking monster. An abomination. Everyone knows what you are." My jaw tightens. Ares growls. 'Let me kill him. Just one. Just this one.' I exhale slowly, already feeling the bloodlust stirring. The interrogator laughs under his breath. "You really don't get it, do you?" he says. "Things aren't looking good for you."

It was obvious as the daylight, he was built through and through as the shirt clung to his defined muscles. Her eyes trailed up, he had tan skin, a very contrast to the pale blond. He was donning an undercut, the jet-black hair made his smoldering amber eyes stand out. He has sharp features, light stubble that gave him a rugged look, his razor-sharp jawline, and that Adam apple made her heart beat faster. Why do monsters have to be so handsome? He may be good looking but the terrifying chills she got from his single gaze had her toes curling in dread.