Novel & Cerita Monster High No Apologies

~Author’s POV~ "This track is called the Serpent's Back. It's a narrow road that goes up a mountain. There's no fence. Just a big drop off the side. People have crashed here. One guy died last year," Simon said, his eyes shining with amusement. Harriet listened, but she didn't look scared. She was looking at her car, a simple silver Mazda. She touched it. It looked old, but she could tell it had been taken care of. The tires were good. The engine sounded smooth and strong.

“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

at a shell-shocked Sam, who simply nodded absently. "First of all," she starts, "I'm the farthest thing from anything genius-related you can possibly imagine," Monika tells him, then informs him, "but I'm definitely annoying; you can bet your ass on it. She pauses, studies the boy in her arms, and says, Second, don't ever apologize for your feelings. Not for me, not for anyone. She tells him more demands; however, still as gently as she can be, her hand lifts up on an urge, digits reaching until it reaches Sam's tinted cheeks. "And third..." she carries on, her voice low and calm as her fingers pause the ministrations upon the younger's skin for the sake of emphasis. "If you ever give me thi

I let out a breath of relief. There it is, I let it out! He looked a little shocked at this. "I never say sorry to anyone. Ever. I won't let you refuse my first apology." "Then I think you need to see me walk out of your apology before you understand what am saying." I turned to leave only to realize that my hand was still in his. I harshly tug out of his grip and I walked away. ~ ASHTON POV Who does Maya think she is rejecting my apology? She must be feeling herself right now, she thinks she’s on top of the world, the greatest of all Alpha’s apologized to her. That must be very fascinating to her.

he spoke in a single breath and my heart stopped her movement. Anabia was unaware... And I became a monster to her. I harassed her, I hit her...I almost abused her... I was going to rape her... FUCK ... FUCK....FUCK.... I started throwing and breaking everything. My room looked like a mess...even I was looking like a mess. Should I say Sorry to her... Really??? A bad boy is going to apologize...? He is going to put his ego aside. But I didn't have the guts to face her... to apologize to her...

As I call her, she looks up at me with a distressed expression. “Now, what are you doing here? Haven’t you hurt me enough?” Her voice seethes with anger, her gaze ablaze. I stand tongue-tied, grappling with how to explain myself. She rises and inquires, “Now, what are you doing in the room of a whore?” I lower my eyes in guilt upon listening to her words. I clutch my hands and muster up the courage before apologising. “Nanz, I’m sorry. I misunderstood you.” “Oh my God, the monster billionaire is apologising to me. Bravo!” Her words, laced with sarcasm, accompany the sound of her hands clapping.

Poor girl looked exhausted—her hair a little frizzed, dark circles under her eyes, eyes wide like she couldn’t decide whether to scream, cry, or pass out. Meanwhile me? I was practically vibrating with the need to say something. So I did what I always do: broke the tension with my big mouth. “Well,” I said, whistling low, “that was… something. Did I just hallucinate, or did Noah Carter literally apologize to you?” Jessa blinked at me like she was still buffering. “I—I don’t know.” “Oh, honey, I know,” I said, leaning on my locker like this was free entertainment. “I have never seen that boy apologize to anyone. Ever. He’s allergic to humility. If he gets too close to it, I’m pretty sure his

the words gritted out, his voice cracking with something close to ruin. Something in me stilled. My heart, my breath, my rage—they all faltered. It was the first time I had ever heard the monster apologize. "I didn't fucking know. I'd take my own life rather than ever hurt you like this. I'm sorry." Even on his tongue, the word sounded foreign, like it didn't belong to a man like him. I held his stare for a long time, my chest racing—up, down, up—like it was running laps inside my ribs.