Novel & Cerita Monster High The Fright Song

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.

Mike tried to say. "Don't you get it? I don't deserve to be helped, I'm a monster." he said amidst tears, he can't stop himself from crying. He just couldn't, he had hurt that innocent girl. He doesn't deserve to live, "I'm a monster," he kept saying repeatedly, Maria couldn't stop herself from breaking down. She can't bear to see her son like this, It was breaking her heart. Chris kept screaming and shouting at them "Mr Williams I need your help, I need you to hold him for me while I sedate him" Mike said.

It was the only way to describe the passionate hatred we had for each other. ”Let the man go Japhtar, and I won't hurt you or your...men, any more than I have to.” I ground through clenched teeth, hearing the rake of my claws dancing against each other in the pin-drop silence of the gate foyer. “Oh no! The big bad wolf is going to hurt me! Oh, I'm so afraid,” The monster sang, feigning a high-pitched whine that sounded like the scrape of claws on the chalkboard to my ears.

What a monster. ************

Tamar promises to cover for her if her guard detail of Dean, Walker, Ross and Brent wakes up. After that, as Miriam ran towards the Misty Mountain Pack border, she listened to music on her headphones and sang along. "I'm friends with the monster That's under my bed. Get along with the voices Inside of my head. You're tryin' to save me. Stop holdin' your breath. And you think I'm crazy. Yeah, you think I'm crazy?" The Monster by Eminem and Rihanna.

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

I mentally cringed from the embarrassment of being caught staring then focused on my book. "Hey." She greeted me and I faced her again. At least someone talked to me ever since I arrived at the new school. "Hello." I calmly greeted. "What do you think of this song?" She asked while latching the headphones to my ears and I winced immediately at the bassy beat of the song. I knew the song since it was on the hit, Maniac by Stray kids. What I loved most was Felix's deep voice, it always caught my insides trembling.

“Get your lazy ass out of bed now. Fang wants you.” Monster froze. His lips were still pressed to my nipple and the look he shot up at me was full of laughter. “Maybe if we stay quiet he will go away.” “I can hear you, asshole.” The voice from the door shouted back. “You want me to come and drag you out of fucking bed or are you gonna do it yourself?” Monster rolled off me with a groan. “Don't you dare come in here, Havoc, you asshole. I'll be out in ten minutes.”

I join too, grinning when she throws a death glare in my direction. “Oh fine.” She says finally and we all whoop and clap. “But I’m not responsible for whatever you’re about to subject your ears to.” She starts the song, an old ballad about seven dwarves on a mission to find meaning in life. Each dwarf has to face their biggest fear and the song goes on to tell a tale of how every dwarf was nearly undone but for the team effort that helped them to overcome all. Hela’s voice fills the cave, bounces off the walls and for a moment, it doesn’t feel like we are chasing kidnappers. It feels like we just… are.