Novelas y relatos de Monster House

Their father stood dramatically from his chair. "Oh dear." Both girls looked at him instantly. He stared out of the window. "Oh no." Daisy sat upright. "What?" "Oh no no no no..." Jessica felt excitement bubbling immediately. "What?!" He turned slowly. "I think..." He lowered his voice. "...I think the storm monsters are back." Jessica's eyes widened. Daisy looked horrified. "The what?!" "The storm monsters," he whispered. "Hair made of clouds. Eyes made of lightning." Jessica stared. "No way."

I yelled, sprinting toward the metal stairs. The small blue system screen burst into view. Through the low-light lens my eyes widened in horror. The thing standing in my courtyard didn't look human. It stood over seven feet tall, its upper torso swollen into a hump of raw gray muscle. It didn't need to see. It was listening to the echo of the building tracking the sound of my running footsteps. The monster pulled its right arm back and drove its fist straight through the gap in the steel shutter. CRASH. The concrete wall surrounding the door frame crumbled as the giant misshapen hand of the monster thrust into the warehouse.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

He pounded on the wood until his knuckles bled, but the fortress remained entirely silent. Hours passed, and his stomach began to violently contract, his inner wolf whining for sustenance. He cast a look of utter loathing at the boiled greens resting on the table. Disgust choked his throat, but the primal edge of hunger eventually forced him to drag his body over and consume the plain leaves. A single plate of greens did nothing to quiet his metabolism, leaving him even more hyper-aggressive. “Mark my words,” Bryce hissed into the dark, his scent burning with venomous intent. “The moon will rise on a day when I trample both of your corpses into the dirt, and you will beg for mercy at my paws

The monster with a big mouth can only lower her head obediently but the evil sound coming from her stomach made the snake frowned at this monster disobedience. Kate was shocked to know she actually encountered a level S monster on her way to her uncle apartment. She, will remove this disgusting monsters from her uncle home!

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.

Monsters laughter rang out as they also deliberately run their feet, shaking the ground that is stable a while ago when the monsters comparable to that of a mini giant just used their big feet to walk. Gabriel stopped his footsteps as system 'Eye' voice that turned into emotionless mechanical voice pass through his head and repeated what was the news woman was saying a while ago to the radio and in front of the TV that had suddenly broken down as a terrified scream had once again echoed in Gabriele ears. Species: Experimented Mini Monkey Monster Age: 100 years old in monsters years and 100 000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Abilty: Shakeable Claws [Can shake the under the surf

I asked when she took a bat from the cabinet. "Just in case it's a burglar." "It could be Mellon," I whispered to her. "He usually just shows up without any address. I hit him with a pan in the head the night you saw him." Stifled her chuckle that became a sound of a snort, she shook her head. "Well, that was a nice work-- what the-- mother of God!" A three-headed monster. Its scales are dark and stained with blood. There's drool coming out of the left head, the middle is biting a shoe, and the right head is staring at us

“Mommies and daddies sometimes stop loving each other, but it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.” “Father hates me,” Monster hissed. “He wants me dead, but he can’t kill me.” He let out a deranged high-pitched little chuckle that turned my stomach to ice. “The Moon Goddess will strike him down. She told me so.” I nodded. Monster plopped himself on the bed next to me. “He sent a man,” he said again. “What did the man do?” I repeated the question.

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.