Monster In A Closet Novels & Stories

all of it sitting there untouched for years. Celeste stepped inside. Something squeezed tight in her chest. "Where do we even begin?" Damien said. She glanced around. "Mom didn't trust anybody. She'd hide things well." They split up. Damien headed for the closets while Celeste yanked open drawers. Most stuck halfway—swollen from humidity. Old bills. Faded photos where you could barely make out faces. Nothing. She picked up a photo from the mantle. Her mother was smiling. Celeste looked maybe five. Back when everything made sense. Back when monsters only lived under beds.

I didn’t feel completely secure yet—about anything. I got up quietly, headed for the closet, and got dressed. I felt a little shaky as I started to think about the monster and all the things still weighing heavily on my mind. I took a few deep breaths and tried to relax. I tried to remind myself they were still my mates, they loved me. I tried to assure myself that I was safe in my room and even if this Adonis person and/or the monster were coming after me, they weren’t here. I was safe in my room.

All of their wives died at a young age. Who knew they were all supernaturals? Kaziel unlocks the door, and I step into what looks like a cross between a museum and a sanctuary. High ceilings. Black marble floors. Elegant home decor. It smells faintly of cedar and the distinct smell of dark chocolate. He shuts the door behind us, and I follow him. He unbuttons his ruined shirt and takes it off. Then I freeze. All I can do is stare. The pale gold light from the chandelier slides across his broad shoulders and the tattoos on his back.

47. No more monster in her closet A sob was about to spill from my mouth. But it somewhere turned into a laugh as I watched the bastards bleed. They struggled to hold the spot that was once their favorite with their dicky dick dangling. Now it was just a bleeding hole, crying, bleeding, dying.

By the time I reached her room, he was already there, sitting on her bed. Elara was sobbing, clinging to his t-shirt with a death grip. "The monster.” She wailed, burying her face in his neck. "The monster was in the closet!" I leaned against the doorframe, watching. Usually, a parent would say, 'There are no monsters.' Dante didn't lie. "Shh." He soothed, rubbing her back with his large hand. "I know, Ela. Monsters are scary." "He had big teeth!" She cried.

“But I saw him. The child did not let up. The woman wanted to sleep and was already losing patience. - Well, look, there is no monster there. She said as she opened the closet. Inside were children's toys and clothes. There was confusion in the child's eyes. The woman straightened the blanket on his bed and went to her room with a cautious step. - Mom, do not turn off the light, please, - the child said in a plaintive voice. “Okay dear, I’ll leave the light in the hallway. Good night.

Finally, they managed to kick the door down. I switched on my flashlight and shone it into the room. "Don't come in here! Don't come in here!" There was a woman hiding inside. She was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, dressed in my silver long-sleeved pajamas. She had a fruit knife in her hand, which she pointed at us. I gave her a look, smiling coldly. Then, I peered into the garbage can outside the door. There were tissues covered in semen inside! It turned out that Zane was hiding a woman in the house and getting busy with her here!

He’s already dressed in uniform. My office feels cramped with him standing over my shoulder. The office isn’t big in general, but now I’m suffocating. I stand and walk toward my coal-covered couch on the far wall. Stopping in front of the coffee table, I pick up an all black mug. Coffee swirls. Moving toward the refrigerator that I ordered last Christmas, I smell the stale coffee. As I heat it up, Caleb plants himself on the couch. 'Women with a Parasol', one of my Monet paintings, hangs behind him against the deep gray walls.

I told you, future astronaut here. “Even monsters?” I stoop in front of her, my feet flat on the floor, buttoning the undid button of her pink flowered dress and pulling her in for repeated kisses on her cheek. Her cheeks go rosy red but she answers bravery, in a whispered tone and with a crooked smile, nodding slowly. “Even monsters, mummy.” She of course thinks the tree outside was the monster I referred to, whose shadow used to be cast inside her bedroom at night. Until Jax cut it down some months back because she cried, every night insisting the monster was trying to climb up her bed every night to take her away from us.

I arranged myself and then a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "Come on" I instructed and a man walked into the office dressed like an assassin. He had on black pants, a black shirt, and black boots. Was this the best way to dress up while coming to a company? Won't he be found out? "Boss" "Why the flying fuck are you dressed like a man sent to end someone?" I asked in anger. "Sorry boss" I frowned and then beckoned for him to sit down. "What news do you have for me? Because you are not supposed to come to my company" I started