Monster Inside Book Novels & Stories

All I wanted was to take his length into my mouth, all I could think of was to Tame his Big raging monster I crawled a bit closer and knelt erect so my face could be at the same level as his cock. I averted my gaze from his dark hues and trailed it to his drooling lips I swallowed subconsciously and then trailed my face to his hardened shaft that was pointed straight to my face. his precum was dripping out of his...his monstrous Dick..that even in my daze, I still flinched t the sight of it up close.

He unlocked the metal door, then he turned to look at Tina and said, "Wait here for a while. I'll be done soon." He entered B5 and glanced around. All the test tubes were broken as he expected. Five strange monsters stood there, behind them was that ant-man that sat on a chair. The monsters turned around to look at Wilbur. They were all kneeling on one foot, obeying the orders of the ant-man. The ant-man made some strange noises as if it were giving out instructions. Soon, the monsters stood, and they all walked toward Wilbur. The leading monster grabbed something in mid-air. A spear instantly appeared in its hand. Meanwhile, the monsters pulled out their weapons. Wilbur could sense the weir

Her upper and lower teeth were chattering uncontrollably. This person… thing before her… was a monster! How could a human possibly fight a monster? And why did such a monster even exist? The apocalypse was already bad enough—why did monsters have to appear too? "What exactly are you?" Christina roared, summoning the last of her courage. Number 114 thought for a moment. "I am… a monster your dad created." "Ah—!" Christina screamed as the woman plunged a fruit knife into her body, pushing it in inch by inch. The pain made tears stream down her face.

I bit down. Hard. He hissed as my teeth sank into his hand. For a split second— His grip loosened. I twisted sharply, elbowing back with everything I had. My elbow connected with his ribs. Not enough. But enough to break free. I stumbled forward, gasping, spinning around— And there he was. Marcus. Closer than ever. His eyes dark. Focused. Hungry. “You’re getting bold,” he said, almost impressed. My chest heaved. “Stay away from me.”

Chapter 22: Solo Boss Fight The big black monster smashed into the concrete path with a loud crash that shook the whole wall beneath my feet. The concrete broke under its weight sending small gray rocks bouncing over the edge. Up Close, the monster was really scary. It was over nine feet tall with muscles that looked like wet leather in the dim morning light. It smelled like metal and rotting wood. It did not have hands; its long arms ended in thick curved bones that looked sharp enough to cut through a car engine. Its chest moved as it breathed, blowing a bad smell right into my face.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

The shelves held the exact books and as I flipped over it was still written in that language I couldn’t understand. With shivering hands I shut the book and kept it back, I had to find a doorway as soon as possible because if this place was real that meant the fire monster was also real. Something shiny caught my eyes from the shelf, when I pick it up I realized it was the same book the fire monster had entrusted into my hands. But the strangest of it all were the burnt marks that were on the edges of the book, exactly where its fingers had been. The fire monster was definitely real and that frightened me more than anything. I flipped through the pages but just like before I couldn’t read it

“This isn’t you, either. The boy who always came to my rescue, that’s you.” “Maybe I am here to rescue you. Maybe I will always come to rescue you.” He spins me. “Broken hero or not. Devils often win, don’t they? The other endings are fairy tales. Don’t you know that yet, little girl?” “You’re infuriating.” I tug my hand to free it from his, intending on slipping away but Nicholas tightens his grip. “Whoa, Barbie. Calm down.” “Don’t call me Barbie. I’m not that.”

"That's impossible… That flash drive has already been—" She suddenly seemed to realize that she'd said something she shouldn't have and immediately shut her mouth. When Raoul saw that I'd slapped her just now, he also marched up to me, ready to fight me to our deaths. At that moment, all of the anger I'd suppressed until then exploded like a volcano. I punched him back in the face and roared, "You all keep calling me a monster and an inhuman animal, but I'm going to show you who the real monster is! You'll see what I'm talking about!"

Many people feared him and as much as they could, they lived on peaceful terms with him. A few years ago, the definition of a monster in Mia’s book was the man Xavier once was, but now, having seen and heard everything she had, she knew monsters were men like Damien. And she was going to appear before him today and expect the worse. If today was her last, she prayed the moon goddess direct her path to the life beyond. The guard dug his hand into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out the key to the dungeon before opening it, and she stepped through the bar.