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

“Under those corporate parameters, are there specific stylistic vectors your tongue wants my hand to steer his choices toward?” I seized the tactical opening instantly. “Yes. Absolute confirmation. Nothing that translates to a low-tier mate trap. Zero threads that imply a brainless bimbo aesthetic. My image requires an architecture that registers as highly intelligent, yet entirely sharp. Dominant. Historic. Symmetrical cleavage represents a viable asset, but nothing that evokes the visual data of a primitive breeding den pin-up.” “The metrics are logged. My hands will manipulate what we can behind the veil.”

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.

Shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts, I finally headed outside. Rael stood by the sleek black car, his broad shoulders accentuated by the perfectly tailored tuxedo that clung to his powerful frame. The midnight-black fabric contrasted sharply against his pale, aristocratic skin, making him look like a shadow given life–dangerous and mesmerizing all at once.

“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.

“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 breathed. "It seems you want to rest. Let me take you to my room." Anu said getting up from his seat. I tried to get up on my legs but couldn't. Maybe I was so exhausted? Yes I was. Anu looked back when he noticed that I wasn't following him and found me teething trying to get up."easy easy."he said rushing to me and carried me in his arms. Just like that we were in his room. The walls were painted with white color and designed with the pictures of bats. This reminded me of my tattoo and I thought I could check. For some reasons I felt guilty for not marrying my friend Bat instead of this monster.

What a monster. ************