Novel & Cerita Monsters In My Closet

“The room was enveloped in darkness, there was a sound of droplets hitting the ground, the room smelled like a rotting corpse. There was a tapping on the door like someone was baning in morse code. The sound stopped when a large metal door opened a monster showed up. There was a pounding against the wall and one of the lights flickered on, the light brightened the room. But the people in the room were better off not knowing who put them there, the monster walked closer to the people chained and shackled against the wall. They kept screaming why are you doing this to me?'' Let me out. I have a family. Please do not do this to me. The Monster did not say anything to the man he just walked over

“If it makes you feel better, you can sleep in my room.” “Really?” My heart unfreezes. “Yeah.” He takes my hand and goes to the hallway. “We’ll check again in the morning when the sun’s out. Monsters are scared of the sun.” “Okay.” I look back. I thought he shut the closet door, but it’s open. Maybe he opened it to give the monster a chance to go home if it escaped? “Here, get in.” He pulls his covers back. I climb into his bed and let him tuck the covers in around me.

he complains as he throw himself at the couch. “Anyway, I had a long day crybaby” I say to him. “I took a visit to the Gaylord’s territory and you would never believe what I saw” I start narrating to him the entire story. “Try me” he says arrogantly. “I think Gaylord is creating an army of monsters, he feeds them with humans and stores them at his basement” I say to him. “Huh, are monsters even real” he says jokingly and I to stop him.

I'm alone in home. Suddenly door opened..... Monster in drunk state came to me... I started to move backwards...... He caught me.... Dropped me on sofa... And started to undress me....... He ripped my dress and in unhook my bra...

But before I could take another step forward, my whole body froze instantly. The closet? “Jesus Christ,” I gasped, stunned at the beautiful sight in front of me. The walk-in closet alone was almost the size of a boutique store. Shelves lined with watches, suits arranged perfectly by color, polished shoes displayed beneath soft lighting. Everything seems neat. Controlled. Sharp. Just like him. I swallowed hard and immediately looked away Even the silence in this room felt heavy. The only thing lingering in the air was his expensive masculine scent. I sighed and frowned.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

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 witches pitched battle against the hungry hordes, and the goblins’ threats were meaningless against the ageless witches’ wiles. As for Millie, she remained clueless in her hide, and Becky was determined not to indulge her younger sister's active fantasizing brain as she was mortally frightened of goblins, ghouls, zombies, succubus, and other such-like creatures. The next visitors to their corridor were hooded and caped figures carrying red candles in a funeral procession. Their destination was the large storage across from theirs, where they observed a ritual stacking of the coffins.

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”