Romans & histoires Monster High No Apologies

He sighed angrily. Alpha Leo stood up from his seat and went towards them with a tight face. "I am still your Alpha, and no one dares me. Please be careful about how and what you say to me. I am not happy. since all of you want to hear it. Alpha Leo wants revenge for what the monster did to my son. I will not rest until this monster is dead. "So please let us all put all our fingers on the desk to kill this monster," he politely said to them and went back to his seat, leaving everyone wallowing in their own thoughts.

Why couldn't I stop thinking about having raw meat? I pretended I fell asleep even if all my senses were on high alert; I know my parents came, but they didn't get inside the prison they created for me. I wish I would turn back into my human form and find my own place. I don't trust my parents and Oliver, and I can't face Lana; how can I tell her I am a monster. She didn't even come to my birthday party because of what happened to Tim, and if she found out I was one of the werewolves who live in the city, I am sure she would never accept me for what I am.

I hissed, my jaw clenched. Marcus stood up immediately and bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Boss." He apologized, his voice trembled. "One of the videos captured a little of their conversation but I doubt you'll grasp a thing." But the words had barely left his lips when I yelled at him. "Show me!" "It's the third one after this one, ma'am," He said, and as soon as I heard 'third,' I swiftly swiped the screen. The music from the background was so loud in my ears but I wasn't deterred a bit, I was determined to at least get an idea of what their conversation was about.

I ran through the possibilities in my head. Based on everything I'd observed so far, the monster's kill condition was either three consecutive exchanges in a conversation or agreeing to—or refusing—all of its requests three times in a row. If that was true, then I had a way out. Next time I faced it, I'd follow one pattern: agree once, stay silent once, refuse once. That way, no matter which theory was right, I'd dodge the condition entirely. Of course… if both guesses were wrong, I'd just have to accept my fate.

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

"Truly, I do not wish to maim her. I only want to confront her before the Ancestors. I want her to look me in the eye and admit her shame. If she kneels and begs for my forgiveness, perhaps I will stay my claws." The comment section exploded with praise for Madison’s "mercy," with many demanding she show no leniency to such a home-wrecker. Inside the Apex Suite, Avery Monroe was oblivious to the digital storm. After instructing Miranda Shaw to place the final winning bid, Avery turned her attention to the scrolls Hudson Montgomery—under the guise of Mr. Lando—had sent over.

Great wracking sobs that tore from her chest. I pulled my horse alongside hers. "Let it out. You have been holding too much for too long." "I killed him. I killed Ben, and they hate me, and they should hate me because I am a monster—" "You are a girl who had an accident. A terrible, tragic accident. But not a monster." "How do you know?" "Because monsters do not cry. Do not feel remorse. Do not care about the lives they took." I reached over to touch her shoulder. "You care. That proves you are human."

“Hung up on him three times before Tobias got me to watch the video, which I then went over with a detective-level, fine-toothed comb before agreeing to help this idiot.” Monica looks from Molly to Jackson, Jackson to Molly, and realize that they have conspired to get her here tonight for this. The Times Square billboard, both of them in New York, the apology . . . like it’s all some grand gesture. Wait . . . the apology. “You haven't apologized yet,” Monica says sternly. Jackson meets her eyes, cupping her chin as though he can’t not touch her. “I am sorry that I hurt you. My intention is only to love you, worship you, and make you happy.” Honesty shines in his eyes, and to someone at ano

“So you even know that word?” He let out a throaty chuckle. “Don’t think about it much. It could be the alcohol talking.” My face fell in disgust, and I pushed him away. “Of course. Why would a monster like you apologize?” “I’m just kidding around. You don’t have to rub it in. I really am sorry for everything.” “Well, I appreciate that you apologized… but that apology won’t change anything. I still want nothing to do with you.” “Is that all? That’s all you’re gonna say? What else do you want me to do? I’m fucking losing everything here… it’s all crashing down and closing in…”

I spun around, eyes burning red as I glared at them and aired my grievances. "Do you really think an apology can erase all the pain I've suffered all these years? "I'm the one who was wronged! But all my life, Jocelyn's been soaking up all of Mom and Dad's love. "I'm the one you all ignored, the one Felix betrayed! What makes you think a hollow apology will make me forgive everything? "I've spent years drowning in misery in the Lawson family. Why should I happily follow you home just because you're offering an apology?"