Monsters In My Closet Novels & Stories

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

The air reeked faintly of blood, and sticky warmth slid down my face in slow streams. The steady loss of blood made my head spin. Stumbling through the darkness, I fumbled around until my fingers brushed against something like a chain. Desperate, I began slamming my body against the door. "Mom! Please, let me out! I'll give you the money. I'll give you any amount Rosa wants!" Only silence answered me. I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor.

"You went in my room?" "Just to drop off your bags. I didn't touch anything." His warm eyes looked innocent but I didn't believe him. "Thanks." I opened the door. "Winter?" His voice stopped me. "If you need anything tonight, I'm right next door. Just knock." "I'll be fine." "I'm sure you will be." He turned to leave then paused. "Sleep well, little stepsister." I closed the door and locked it immediately. I came here to hide from Marcus and start over.

“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?”

I froze. How much does he know about me? My chest tightened. “You don’t seem to understand what’s going on here, do you, Celeste?” “Is this some sort of prank? Are you one of those sleazy YouTubers...where are the cameras?” I look around the room. Maybe I can delude myself into thinking none of this is real. “The mansion could use a little humor,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “I made the right choice.”

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

But your house is really big, and you are the only one, how can you survive here? He didn't answer me, but I had a strange feeling I don't know, but it's really weird. "Come with me daughter upstairs, and I'll show you your room." I immediately followed upstairs, yes when I looked at the house it was really scary and I was right in thinking that only that person could clean it and which Mila was quite old. "You have a room here, I'm going to come out. You have clothes that you can use in the cabinet, just trade them.

Since I have no means of leaving yet, I might as well play their game and see where it gets me. I’m about to knock when the door swings open, revealing a sweaty Miles—fully transformed, with tails, horns, and wings—and two other cloaked incubi. They’re all talking to each other, strange, magically shaped objects scattered across the floor. The moment they notice me, everything stops. They stare at me, wide-eyed and frozen, like I’ve just walked in on something I shouldn’t have. The other two who're black, ugly, truly demon-looking, exchange glances. "Queen of ruin." One of them murmurs under their breath as they hurry past me, slipping out through the open door.

What lurked out there, that is. What did lurk out there? I felt around my messenger bag, discreetly pulling out The Idiot's Guide to Hell. I flipped to the table of contents, scouring the page: 3~ A Field Guide to Hellekind, page 21. I flipped to it: So you think there's a monster in your closet, eh sweetheart? Don't worry- it's just an incubus watching you change. Or Samael, not that there's much of a difference-