Monster In The Closet Cast Novels & Stories

I was thinking so hard, what sin I have committed for me to be punished like this. I just put the first clothes I saw in my small closet in a bag. After packing, I went out immediately. I found the monster sitting comfortably on the rattan chair in our living room. He looked up quickly as I was going down the stairs. Even when I was walking, I can see how he scanned my body. Conscious, I looked at what I was wearing. It's just a casual top and black shorts. I'm also wearing flat sandals. Nothing extravagant about it. When I looked at him again, he was already looking somewhere else.

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

And she didn’t think she could describe Halley in such a way that he’d even believe she was real. Nevertheless, she pulled her blinds up and her window open. He was sitting on the window seat, a broad smile on his face, like he was up to something, and Beth couldn’t help but grin. At least here, in her room, with only Ryan’s friendly face to witness, she could relax a bit and be herself without worrying about the judgmental eyes of those bitches on the bleachers. “Well, if it isn’t Elizabeth Ann Monroe in the flesh,” he joked. “I thought maybe you’d gone off to visit one of your other kingdoms.”

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.

My mother wouldn't stop rummaging through my closet for something for me to wear tomorrow night. "Amabell isn't so bad," Lindsey says, trying to make me feel better. "Besides, how many people can say they've been in a room full of Alphas and Betas and Lunas? I don't know about you, but important people are so interesting. It's just exciting to be around them." "It's less exciting when your Dad is one of them," I say. "Well, I wish I could go to something like that. If anything, you know there's going to be good food."

“Who is it?” “It’s me Dear. Can I come in?” I unlocked the door to let Mona enter. I continued on into the closet. I throw the dirty clothes in the hamper and pull out a pair of mid-thigh-length cut-off light blue jean shorts, a loose-fitting emerald green tank with small white flowers printed on it and some undergarments. As I’m dressing, Mona asks from the bedroom. “Heather, what happened?”

"I gave you the chance to prove yourself to me, despite what you did to me in the past. But now you've only confirmed you're a monster. It is over between us!" Her words slammed into me, shaking me to my core. My eyes lit up in shock, I couldn't get myself to say another word. The weight of what I heard left me speechless. Then she walked away, and slammed the door behind her, leaving me rooted to my spot in total bewilderment. What do I do? I dropped to my knees as tears rolled down my cheeks, all I heard were her last words that kept replaying in my head. 'A Monster' 'It's over! It's OVER!'

Apparently, they ran deep. It was a horrific video. Watching what that monster do to Ezabella made me sick to my stomach. It forced another reality between us and how she was the true victim to me forced into this marriage and not me. My eyes dropped to her right knee, the same one Eliot Williamson had bashed in with a metal bat, swinging it on her knee over and over again until it was nothing but a bloody mess. It must have been a nightmare to live through, and another nightmare to have someone send it to a group chat.

Valentina Feeling like a chastised, petulant child, I flip off the closed door before walking into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I comb my fingers through my hair, but there’s only so much I can do. Back in the bedroom, I open the closet door. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but what I see is not it. For a full minute, I stare up at the dress hanging there because it’s beautiful. It’s a simple floor length dress of white satin and lace. The satin drapes at the neck and delicate spaghetti straps hold it up. On the floor is a pair of pretty shoes.