Monster In A Closet Novels & Stories

I was more than eased and pushed her willingly to go back as to not miss her morning classes. With that, I was quite relieved and decided to take a shower. I came out wearing nothing more than a towel I headed straight for my closet, when I noticed that my door was ajar, I went and closed it when my closet door swung itself open. I wanted to scream but I froze. With the yell trapped in my throat. I saw someone walk out of the closet. Eric! He walked slowly to my side and whispered in my ear, "Didn't you look like a beautiful toy tonight?" sending shivers down my spine. No, No... This couldn't be happening again.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

Not until he’d taken everything from her—the way she took it from them. He stood, buttoning his shirt, the reflection in the window showing a man who looked nothing like the one Zara used to love. That man was gone. What stood here now was something else entirely. A monster reborn. Outside, thunder cracked across the sky the sound of a promise breaking.

’ Josh kept speaking. He spoke with pure hatred for this Monster. Josh opened up the cabinet and pretended to think about what he was going to grab. He knew what he was going to grab. He was just letting the suspense eat at the Monster. And it worked. Because the Monster tried as hard as he could to break free. To be honest Josh could let him free of his zip ties. But the Monster wouldn’t be able to set himself free of this room. It was specially locked with a swipe card and a seven pin number.

"You're a hothead, Nicodra, and a fool." "Untrustworthy," he spits, "unstable... dangerous." "That may be so, but you're the one on your way out," I seethe and plunge the blade into his chest. He yells and coughs until blood spurts from his mouth and trails down his jaw. "It was your mistake-believing you were strong enough." He fights to make words, but the blood clogs his throat. "You're right. We are monsters, but not because we shift into ones, not because the wolf lives inside all of us. What you fear... it's the human."

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.

Great, The unwanted speaks, Well my dear, I'd say we're even but temporary guess I'm leavin' and your magic I might believin pretty good, you think you won congrats again, it's been real fun a spell like yours can be undone Hmmmm, Oh I see, you think my best? wait a sec, I'll get undressed something here I must confess Most these monsters are my friends on whom my back I can depend do your thing, with time you spend That's okay, you go ahead I don't wanna end up dead

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

This was not just a home. It was a vault of power. A graveyard of empires. A place where monsters were not born—but made. And as the door shut behind us with a soft, final click, I knew one thing with terrifying certainty: Whatever we were about to ask… This place had heard it before.

He was clearly a newer resident of Teveil. His hand dropped to his side before he shoved it back into his pant pocket. He wore a simple suit, but it was tailored to fit his body perfectly, outlining every single muscle. I cleared my throat, trying to remember what he had said to me just moments ago. "Monsters aren't real," I whispered. His eyes lit up with amusement as he watched me, something about his gaze seeming all too animalistic. He looked at me as if I was his prey, his next meal. He let out a deep chuckle, sending a thrill up my spine. "Oh love, monsters are real, and they look like people."