Monster Lyrics Nicki Novels & Stories

We were crashing the party. “Nicki, you have been doing a great job recently,” he said to Nicki and she perked up. “Thank you, Sir. It means a lot coming from you.” “My pleasure. Now tell me about yourself. From the way you dress at work, you're goth, right?” Nicki froze and squeezed my hand hard. “Uhmm… Yes…” “I see. Tell me about it…”

My full royal aura fills the car, and she slumps back in the seat, uneasiness on her face from the pressure. "Use that tone on me one more time and I'll show you just how much of a demon I am, Nikki. Don't underestimate me or think you can get away from me. You are mine!" I snarl in that same cold tone I used on her earlier. She buries her face in her hands and a second later silent tears fall down her face. "You're a monster."

Her pale eyes pierced me. “It will only give you the ability to choose who lives… and who does not.” The room went utterly still. “When the truth breaks you,” she said quietly, “when you realize the monster you hunt is closer than you imagined—” Her gaze never left mine. “Will you still choose to become one?” My heart pounded. Fear clawed at my ribs. But beneath it—something steady. Unyielding. “Yes,” I said. And for the first time, the Ancient One’s smile reached her eyes.

"I think I needed to earn it's trust before it would listen to me. I still have no clue where to start on using actual magic." "That we can start after a brief nap." I yawned, a suggestion the others couldn't help but agree with. A shrill ringing sounded from Nicki's pocket. She fished her phone out and glared darkly at the screen before placing it against her ear. "Wow, a brush with death earns me a call from the irresistible Dean Marsh?" She cooed sweetly; her face schooled into a deadly mask. I could hear a string of angry words on the other end, but tried to give her just a fragment of privacy, even though both Tyra and I were hanging onto every one of her words. "Why the hell should I m

I, said to Nick who was standing in the corridor looking a little lost he turns around and faces me with a fake smile plastered on his face " We don't have anything to do than follow all the moon goddess says it's not like we can disobey her we have to do exactly what you want she said" " And are you okay with that decision "I asked "It's just I hate the fact that I have to do a part of the plot for all this to workout "he added we both stood there for a few minutes totally speechless "I wished your uncle and Aunt were around maybe they will have found another alternative for both of us" Nick added

"Cameron Stuart! Just how much more trouble are you trying to cause me!" Natalie Parker's shrill voice rang in my ears, jolting me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw her raising a bottle of sulfuric acid to splash it on me. Recalling the unbearable agony that overwhelmed me in my previous life, I instinctively reached out to grab the bottle. Still, some of the liquid splashed out anyway, dripping onto my body. I gasped in pain. After exhaling deeply, I clenched my jaw and caught Natalie by the wrist. "Are you mad? You can kill someone if you throw an entire bottle of sulfuric acid at them! Don't you know that?"

What a monster. ************

Still, the weight of the choice ahead stayed with me. Nicole was dying—slower now, thanks to the venom—but her life balanced on a thread. And I could save her. I had the power. I could turn her. Anchor her to this world in a new form. But would she want that? Would she accept that kind of life? She had fought Nikolas. Screamed, cursed, threatened us all. She wasn’t like Natalie—curious, open, willing to see. Nicole had spent her entire life believing monsters didn’t exist. And now that they did, she hated us for it.

“Let’s get out of this hellhole.” Kristen helped Carlo lift Bernice. Bernice leaned into Carlo’s arms, too weak to walk on her own. She gritted her teeth, but her eyes stayed on him. Kristen followed close behind as they moved toward the exit. Just before they left the room, Kristen glanced at Bernice and she smirked at her. A quick, satisfied little smile. Kristen’s stomach turned. Behind them, Marcus screamed. “Come back here, Carlo! Come and finish this! You weak coward! You hear me?! I said COME BACK!”

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”