Monster High No Apologies Novels & Stories

How could they not be shocked? Mom was the first to react. She looked at me sadly and asked, "Have you decided to abandon us, Wendy?" However, Connor was filled with disbelief. He snorted, "Aren't you just trying to grab our attention by doing this, Wendy? You'd better tone it down. Don't end up regretting it when things go too far and start crying to come back." I looked at him without much emotion. "That won't happen. I won't be coming back here anymore."

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

Leonel Sinclair, dangerous, rich, powerful Sinclair, just humbled himself with an apology. I swallow. “What do you have to be sorry for?” “Whatever it is you’re going through,” he says gently. “And insulting you on the phone. I shouldn’t have.” He’s apologizing to me? For the mess of my life? This stoic, easily-annoyed billionaire I’ve known for less than a month is apologizing to me when no one else has? A wave of senseless anger takes over me. Why is he even here? Messing with my head? I stand up quickly, slipping on paint, and start rushing out the room.

“All that sweet little doe-eyed bullshit... and all this time you were a lying, traitorous bitch.” He took a step closer, his fingers brushing my jaw, but there was no gentleness there—only contempt. “You think ‘sorry’ fixes anything? You think I want your damn apologies?” I flinched at his laugh. “Let me make one thing clear: I don’t give a fuck about your remorse. I don’t want your tears, your excuses, or your little gasps. Hell, I don’t even want your goddamn pain anymore. I want you, broken, humiliated, and begging for mercy that I won’t give. If you think I was a monster, you haven’t seen one yet.” I shook my head reaching for his hand but he just slapped my hands away. “Judas please, l

Then it says “I know you.” in a deep grouchy voice. Ash smiles at the monster and says “Hi, what’s your name big guy?” Just that one comment sets the monster off. The monsters face contorts in outrage and its whole body tenses ready for a fight “Sorry dude, I didn’t mean to make you angry.” comes Ash’s stony reply. “Anyway what’s in the bag?” he says with a smart-ass note in his voice. At this comment the monster seems to remember the bag for the first time.

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

Yvette's tone started to be rough as she stammered for a long time before saying, "Are you throwing a tantrum again? I'll forgive you since you're out buying water for us. Just bring the water back right away, and I'll consider letting you marry me based on your performance." After that, she hung up right away, as if afraid she would hear something she did not want to. Where did she get the confidence from? I decided to ignore her as I pulled out a cold watermelon from the pool. The sweet, cooling taste of watermelon filled my mouth instantly. After experiencing the torment of the rising temperature in my past lifetime, this felt like redemption, and I could not help but tear up. After I was

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to shatter you.” Tricia’s brows furrowed, her face full of confusion. “What are you doing, Mona? Are you out of your mind?” I looked up at her, my tears streaming down my cheeks. “I’m apologizing to the cup…for shattering it.” My voice broke, my lips trembling. Tricia stepped closer, shaking her head. “Mona, stop this nonsense. Sorry won’t fix it back.”

The shoutings, ridicule, and accusations around me seemed muffled behind a thick glass pane while I stood alone amid the chaos, unable to hear anything but my heartbeat. In that moment, something in me seemed to shatter. I flung Caleb's hand away and raised my voice to reclaim my ground. "Caleb, you got the second question wrong, too." Caleb's smile froze on his face. His expression rapidly shifted back to a practiced look of deep sorrow. "Final question," I said, my fingers trembling slightly around the microphone in my grip. "Why haven't I spoken a single word to you for the past ten years?" He didn't even pause to think. Instead, he let out a cold laugh and quickly replied, "It's because

Nathan is taken aback by her expression, feeling flustered but keeps up with his cold demeanor. “I find you absolutely horrifying,” Halsey finally says. “A bad person who only wants to see others suffer. You never experienced any suffering so you enjoy tormenting others! You…you’re a monster!” You’re a monster! Her words are echoing in his mind, sending a cold fury through his veins. His eyes darken and he coldly glares at her. “Take that back,” he says quietly, barely containing his anger. “Now.” Halsey shakes her head. “You only wanna see other people suffer!” she exclaims. “Is it fun? Does it delight you that much? What did I ever do to you? What did Lincoln ever do to you? Why do you pic