Monster High Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I want you forever in my arms like this. I want to marry you and have lots of babies with you. And I will. By hook or by crook. I'll make mine by every means. I'm selfish and I can't help myself... Because I am a MONSTER, the Sexiest , billionaire MONSTER, and You are my POSSESSION, my Intoxicating Possession. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

And the monster underneath it finally reveals itself, the Collins - series Obsidian, black, massive looking like a predator itself. Even buried under dust and grime, the shape is unmistakable. My throat tightens. “I would recognize this silhouette anywhere, “ I murmur, my voice rough has hell. “Even in hell,” I grunt out as I smash the side, which causes a dent in the side. I step closer, the front hood catches the light, and my breath stops, it's bent, a jagged misalignment, like a scar. Slowly, I reach out and press my palm against the hood.

He looked so hot and handsome, and he walked like he didn't care about what was going on around him. He was wearing all black, and I wondered if it was his favorite color. I shook my head why I couldn't stop thinking about his physique, he is so tall, and I could tell maybe he stands six feet and two inches, and I could tell beneath his leather jacket was a toned body, and he looked like he owned the world by the way he walked with confidence, and I could tell he has a beautiful smile. And I hated myself now why I was thinking about the young man who almost got me killed today.

Every look screamed power, beauty, and grace. But when she walked out, everything stopped. Monalisa. Jayden sat up straighter. His eyes locked onto her like a hunter to his prey. She wasn’t just stunning. She was untouchable. Her walk, her gaze, the way her dress flowed around her body, it all screamed perfection. Like a goddess on earth. Jayden bit his lower lip, then ran his tongue across it. His voice came out low and breathy. “She would taste nice.” He didn't care if anyone heard him.

“He's pretty cute.” I shot him a look. Was that the reason he never leered at me? Was Monster gay? Not that I would ever ask, who he found attractive was none of my damn business. But it would make sense. “He is,” I admitted, looking over my shoulder again. He wasn't Cyber good looking. He didn’t drip sex appeal and danger, but there was something cute about him. Like he was safe. I needed safe right then. “What about Cyber?” Monster didn’t answer. Instead he studied the shelf like it was the most interesting thing in the world. “What about him?”

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

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.

His features, hewn into marble, devoid entirely of any imperfections or even creases - as if he has lived his entire life, without once expressing a single expression on that impassive face. As if he has lived his entire life, without having once experienced an emotion. And yet, somehow, I cannot find it in myself to call this man a monster. And far from horrifying in appearance, as I had expected. He is, I dare to say it - hauntingly handsome. He is not what I had expected at all. Alpha Mattel was dangerous, alright but his beauty was austere and sinister that handsome was too mild a word. He stopped at the sight of me as he moved his hair backward, my fear not stopping me from looking into

"And aren't you supposed to be in your game right now?" "The monster is a massive and fearsome creature with thick, scaly skin that is nearly impenetrable. Its body is covered in spines and horns, and its massive jaws are filled with razor-sharp teeth. Its eyes are red and glowing, and they seem to gleam with fierce intelligence. Its limbs are thick and muscular, capable of crushing bones with ease. And when it moves, it does so with an almost unnatural grace, its massive bulk seeming to glide effortlessly through the forest."

And then, the monsters breached the mist. They were horrifying. They were massive, grey-skinned abominations, their muscles bulging with sickening, unnatural proportions. Their chaotic, glowing purple eyes burned with mindless, explosive rage. To Mwajuma, they were the ultimate manifestation of the toxic, violent male spirit—beasts that existed only to destroy the beauty of the world.