Monster Jam Table Cloth Novels & Stories

he whispered and as Mj covered her hand in Dante’s shirt she yanked the door open and made the beast a promise, “always, my wolf.” Pepper’s room was not what Mj expected, she had a running faucet and toilet that were covered by a small curtain. There was a small bed in the corner and a metal table in the center that was bolted to the floor along with a chair; also fixed to the floor. Mj noticed there was no natural light in the room and as she watched the curled up bundle of human flesh move on the bed she let the door slam behind her and hopped up on the table with her feet crossed underneath her.

In a fit of rage, he grabbed a chair and hurled it at the glass table. However, the table was too thick and sturdy. The chair bounced back and hit Marcus squarely on the forehead. Dazed, Marcus lay on the floor, mentally cursing the table's entire lineage. Just then, Katrina emerged from the bathroom, wearing what could barely be called pajamas—it was more like something from a lingerie catalog. Seeing Marcus sprawled on the floor with the table overturned beside him, Katrina was startled.

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.