Monster In The Basement Novels & Stories

When the fire broke out, I called my husband, Hector. He didn't answer. Instead, he ran straight into the flames—to save my sister, Emma. They held each other, clinging to life, while I was trapped in the basement, watching my calls go ignored until all hope burned out. Afterward, Emma played innocent, twisting everything. She told him, "Hector, don't blame Sienna. She didn't leave me on purpose... she was just scared." Her lie made me the villain, and everyone bought it. Fueled by hatred, Hector spat, "She's so vicious—why didn't that fire just take her?" Three months later, the police found my body.

“I want to please you, Angioletto. Teach me how to please you.” I whisper. He steps forward and crouches down, his hand cradling my face. “Be careful what you wish for, Munchkin, girls like you shouldn’t concern yourselves with pleasing insatiable men like me.” She’s his breath of fresh air. He’s the reason he lives. Angiolettto’s mission was clear. Go to Dumont Augustin’s province, and wipe out his entire generation. But Angioletto failed. He failed because a beautiful five foot two, brown eyed girl crossed his path and brought him alive in a way he’s unable to explain. He’s a monster, her monster, the monster whose heart is captured by a nineteen year old girl. And for Oceane, he’s her monster, a monster who saved her life, a monster whom she takes a risk with and gives her heart to.

My boyfriend tells me he's a monster in a game, but I think he's lying. What monster would have washboard abs and defined obliques? And what monster would keep asking me for hugs and kisses? Everything changes when I end up in a survival game one day. I'm stuck in a dark, cold ocean when the main boss of the game, a scary tentacled monster, entangles me in its grasp. When it speaks, the voice is gentle and familiar. "Kiss me, Ara."

"I do not know whether to put a bullet in your head or fuck the life out of you Ms. Vaccarelli.." It is often said that if you treat someone like a monster they will eventually become a monster, despite their true nature and past. What if you treat a monster like an angel.. what if you treat darkness with light, will that change the past?

Maximus is the true monster of your nightmares. His beast has to be kept locked away or it will cause destruction in there path. He is the monster that disappears right before your very eyes and you will never see him coming. But what about the girl who sees it all. Will she be enough to conquer a monster or will she put herself in danger by trying?

Five years ago, I was the rising star of the nation’s top chemistry research lab, but on the eve of publishing the results of my study, my husband’s crush, Grace, killed me. She made several people violate me and cut my face up. Then, she injected sulfuric acid into my stomach, crushed my teeth and bones, and discarded my body without anyone’s knowledge. At that time, I was three months pregnant. But she told everyone that I stole the project’s research results and fled to another country. Jim, my husband, personally wrote a report to the government to label me as a globally wanted criminal. Five years later, a livestreamer who did nighttime explorations found my dried-up corpse in the basement of an abandoned warehouse.

What would you do when a handsome Mafia Boss kidnaps you and gives full satisfaction to your hidden desires? Do you want a dominant one or do you follow what his hidden desires for you? Manfred Valderrama wanted an heir. Amara Villafuerte wanted his heart. Amara Villafuerte at a young age was kidnapped by Manfred Valderrama and both of them explored their desires, feelings, and satisfactions. The 19-year-old innocent and beautiful daughter of Steven Villafuerte was kidnapped while attending a party in an island. She was brought to the mansion of Manfred Valderrama in the basement, chained and sexually explored by his captor. Manfred's anger and hatred were to demolish her physically and emotionally. Their encounters gave them to know each other better, and Amara Villafuerte to follow the command of Manfred Valderrama.

"I woke up in the villainess's bed, but the real nightmare was in my bathtub: a bleeding, unconscious Lycan King. In the original novel, Scarlett Thorne—the woman I’ve now become—claims this amnesiac beast as her fiancé to secure her power. Three months later, when his memories return, he tears her limb from limb. To survive, I must change the script. I’ll nurse him back to health under a fake identity, keep my distance, and disappear before he remembers who he truly is. But as the full moon approaches, the 'tame' man in my basement begins to hunt me with a gaze that is anything but forgetful. He's supposed to be my death sentence. Why does his touch feel like a soul-binding command?"

Thea Voss has spent her whole life being treated like a burden by the family that took her in. Trapped in a basement, saving every dollar for Veritas University, she believes escape is the only future she’ll ever have. But on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, a billionaire announces he is searching for his long-lost granddaughter—and two powerful twin Alphas transfer into Thea’s school to find her. When strange powers begin awakening inside Thea and one of the twins claims he caught her scent, her ordinary life starts to fall apart. Because if the rumors are true, she may be the lost Alpha princess they’ve been hunting all along.

My stepmother, Mary, hated me to the bone. All because when I was little, I went to a classmate’s house to play and forgot to close the courtyard gate. Her son ran onto the road and was hit to death by a car. My father loved my younger brother the most. After learning what happened, he was heartbroken. “Were you jealous of your brother? That’s why you deliberately left the gate open?” I desperately explained that I had closed the gate, but Dad didn’t believe me. He locked me in the basement and raised me like a dog for the rest of my life. Until one day, when Dad went on a business trip, Mary didn’t give me any food for three days. Starving, I crawled upstairs to the kitchen to look for something to eat. That was when I saw Mary sitting on a man’s lap, saying softly, “If you hadn’t forgotten to close the gate back then, I wouldn’t be living in fear every day of my husband finding out… We’re the ones who killed Ethan.” Only then did I understand that I wasn’t the one who had forgotten to close the gate and caused my brother to run outside, but my stepmother’s lover. Just as I was about to sneak back to the basement, my stepmother noticed me. “What did you hear? No! I can’t let your father find out that I killed our own son!” In a panic, she grabbed me and threw me down the stairs, killing me on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day the car hit my brother. I blinked my innocent, childlike eyes and pointed upstairs, speaking in a soft, baby voice, “Dad, I closed the gate. It was the man in Mom’s bedroom who didn’t!”