Monster High Jackson Jekyll Novels & Stories

Jake turned and dashed towards the column closest to him, with the monster taking one huge leap and flew over him before landing in front of him. He resorted to throwing books at the monster by grabbing a big dictionary and hurling it-like that would work! The monster ripped the book into shreds and squealed before charging. Jake had a close call when the monster got him by the shoulders after leaping towards him, tearing his sweater and almost getting his skin. He jabbed the monster with the mystical book, sending it falling over to the other side behind him and Jake also fell. The monster was squealing way louder this time and it looked like the book had actually hurt it.

I whisper before lightly biting her neck. I begin to lightly kiss everywhere I can reach, but as my words start to sink in, she stills in my embrace. My movements slowly stop, and fear consumes me. I slowly step back, and the tears in her eyes stop my heart. "Jackson, I...I can't," Monica whispers, and I fill something inside me snap. "Monica, please just think....," I beg, but a link blasts through my mind. Jason- ETHAN, JACKSON, WARRIORS SOUTHERN BORDER NOW!! RIVERSTONE HIGH ALERT VAMPIRE ATTACK. GET TO YOUR SAFE ROOMS

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

Characters Jackson: a 27-year-old reclusive artist who lives near the edge of the Blackpine Forest. She's grounded, sharp-witted, and recovering from a toxic relationship. Henry Fodger: a 34-year-old unhinged, dominant werewolf who’s been watching her from the shadows, convinced she belongs to him. Scarred, rough, and dangerous. . . .

I said, driven by adrenaline as I battled to reach Jackson's side. We encircled but stubbornly stood back-to-back. "This doesn't end here," Victor said, his voice full of anger. " Jackson, you cannot shield her always. She will later on realize the monster you truly are sooner or later." Jackson shot back, his voice unbroken, "better a monster than a coward." The air filled with oncoming sirens before Victor could react. The cops? Another trap? Jackson remarked, seizing my hand and dragging me toward the door, "Time to go."

i said to him. " You can't go, to think i will let you go off to the Mikes after they took han is absurd " I smile. " You're worried? Wow, I'm sorry if i make the mighty jack mayor worry but the Mikes will do nothing to me. Remember I'm their super model " Jack stare at me and wanted to argue more but his cellphone rang and he pick it almost immediately. He hung up after some minutes and turn to us. " They found Han "

I’m still wheezing, trying to catch my breath, and internally panicking in response to Theo bringing up my mystery girl in front of… well, the mystery girl herself. “Yeah,” I sputter hoarsely, blinking the tears from my eyes and drawing a deep breath. “Wrong pipe.” I’m not fooling Quinn, though. She’s sitting across from me at the table, a smug little smirk tugging at her lips. “Mystery girl?” she asks, arching a brow. “Yeah,” Theo laughs, clapping me on the shoulder and giving it a rough squeeze. “Jax has been on the hunt for weeks trying to find some girl he met in Stillwater, isn’t that right, Romeo?”

—the brain of the new world order. "Okay, Myra. Set up the transmitter," I said, my voice shaking. "We’re going to hijack the keynote feed. But the second I plug in, Victor is going to know exactly where we are." Meanwhile, in the Ballroom... Julian stood in the center of the gala, the holographic image of Victor towering over him. The eyes of every billionaire, scientist, and world leader were fixed on the "Monster of Owerri."

"A psychic mutant. They are harvesting his brain waves to process the data for the Hive Mind. He is the CPU." "If you blow the tower," Mia yelled, fighting off two ninjas back-to-back, "You kill him!" The timer on the C4 Jackson planted read 00:03:00. "Dad! What do we do?" Mia shouted. "We can't hold them forever!" Jackson looked at the boy in the tank. The boy looked back. A tear leaked from the corner of his eye and floated in the liquid. He was conscious. He was in agony. Jackson Sterling had destroyed enemies, businesses, and cities. But he had never killed an innocent hostage.

All I have is a second to think before I hear the laughter. “Ladies, you want to play doctor, with a doctor?” A male voice approaches before a face. Not just any face, but Gordon’s face, covered in red kiss marks. His shoulders are covered in tan feminine arms. I’m suddenly happy that I didn’t put down my gun. The only people that can save Gordon from death are the whores on his arm and Jack behind the door. Jack radiates so much heat that I know he’s powerful. If he wanted to, nothing would stop Jack from interfering. Though for some reason he doesn’t even move. Jack has something big going on, and my wolf blood was the only thing that linked me to him. He’s a werewolf and a dangerous one a