Monster High Porter Geiss Novels & Stories

" He said as he walked towards a huge tunnel and of course I had to follow him inside. Reaching at the end of the tunnel, there was a huge golden gate designed with skulls. Oh my God! The place looked like a palace, I have to admit that I admired the place but later remembered I was here by mistake and slowly by slowly my smile faded. Anu whispered strange words and the gate opened right away. "Impressive! Things here are done magically."I thought. "You are right about that and this means this place is going to be your prison from now on. No stepping out without my permission." He pointed. "Indeed it is going to be a prison for me since I don't know the strange words he has just used to open

he purrs. The sound of his voice alone is enough to make her jerk upright, only to realize her wrists are bound to the arms of the chair. She wiggles, panic-stricken. But it's pointless. I take another sip of my juice box, the straw making a soft slurp. Peach flavour. My absolute favourite. Hera's gaze darts to me, then back to Kaziel with a snarl. "What the hell do you want?" Kaziel... lets out a menacing laugh. One that both raises the hair on the back of my neck and sends a jolt of desire shooting through my belly.

He shouted but that slight distraction cost him everything else as the monster caught up with him and with a swipe of its claws it grabbed him, being a man who won’t resign to fate easily, Elliot roared as he hurled his spear with every ounce of strength left in him, the spear surged forward gracefully, the centipede wanted to dodge but it was too late as the spear lodged itself into one of its beady eyes causing a black fluid to gush out like a fountain, the monster roared in agony causing it to clap its pincer tightly and trash around violently. Amelia felt her knees go weak as she saw what was going on and was unable to do anything about it, tears streamed down her face freely when sudden

After Miya left the house, Porter went to the kitchen and got three cans of cold San Miguel Beer in the fridge. There was a chirping sound of the canned beer after Porter flipped its can opener. He gave me one and the other one for Kevin. “Since when did we have store canned beers in the fridge?” I asked in wonder while flipping the can opener. Kevin and Porter suddenly exchanged bothered glimpses. I can sense they were completely hiding something of me. Kevin’s unusual heartbeats proved it.

“Go and get some beers, there's a love. Me and Cyber have some things we need to discuss.” Monster was home.

Rearing back as I spotted Porter in my hall. “How the Hell…” “Good Morning, Sunshine.” He shoved a cup of coffee at me. I reflexively took it as he pushed in past me while I was still trying to decide if I was having some awful nightmare. I peeled back the plastic lid to peek inside. Getting a look at the scalded black of it. “What is this?” I lifted it. “Roofing tar?” “Are you a coffee snob?” He asked over his shoulder as three other men wandered into my apartment behind him.

came the reply. Before the first guy could reply, the door opened, angrily creaking and two guys with rifles walked in. They gave frightening glares. One said," Boss wants to see you, Brett. " Swallowing a lump, Brett followed the guards to the main room where cigarette smoke, booze and disappointment wafted to his nostrils. ' Boss', was a lean, muscled man with a face you wouldn't want to look at twice. A long, thin nose, sharp, cunning mouth which belonged to a clever face that was schooled to neutrality. Today, it was contorted with fury.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

I eyed her askance. “Have you ever heard that he’s a bouncer at the Red Tar?” She whispered conspiratorially. I looked at Porter than back at her. Blinking in wonder before I burst out laughing. Even in my stressed state the idea of uptight Porter with every hair in place being a vicious bouncer at one of the most popular clubs in the city was the most preposterous thing I’d ever heard. “Stop laughing.” She said in a hushed voice. Leaning over me. “You’re going to get his attention.”