Monsters Inc Boo Cry Novels & Stories

a voice that obviously belonged to a guy was very noticiable in the quiet space Silence The little boy monster like face moved and twitch The little boy face was really not scary, in the contrary, the little boy was like an epinome of monster beauty But when he started on moving his face and twitching And when the crowd especially filtered him as similar to the monsters outside It was so creepy, much more creepy than what was the little girl smile had impacted to them The legendary neverending shiver once again returned as shivers run down as the crowd spime while they try to run for their life after hearing what the little boy-no, the little monster had said

“This one used to be a pianist. Played with his whole heart. Now? He just kills.” The creature lunged. Noa shoved Rook out of the way and took the hit head-on. They crashed to the floor. The thing snarled, clawed fingers ripping across Noa’s chest. Noa twisted, shoved his elbow into its throat, but it didn’t stop. Didn’t even blink. Rook screamed. Noa kicked hard and rolled free just as the monster slammed its fist down where his head had been. The floor cracked. “Fuck fuck” Noa scrambled to his feet. “Rook, run!”

Students scream, their benches scrape the marble tiled floor, as shrieks explode from their mouths, amidst all the chaos, someone yells my name. And then— Everything comes crashing down at once. Glass shatters. Ingredients scatter across the floor. A gust of wind blows through the room, bending lantern flames sideways. I clutch my desk, breathing hard, helplessly feeling the magic ripple out of me like a living thing I can’t command. All I see are white eyes Before anyone can react, Professor Corvin rushes toward me, calmly, no form of fear or anger masking his face, just pure concern and confusion swirling through his grassy green eyeballs.

"He just stared at my room like that." "Sophie, stop it," Mom said with a frown. "You're scaring your sister." But I was already scared. Sophie's imitation was too real. The still, silent horror of it was terrifying. "Then what happened?" I whispered. "Then he crawled back up." Sophie straightened up. "Like a bug, on all fours. Making a click-clack sound." Mom sighed. "She watched Monsters, Inc. yesterday. It probably gave her ideas."

“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?”

He did it to me again made me cry. 5 hours later: Once the girls found out, they all hugged me. They all started crying and wanted to know why they love their monsters and torturers, bullies.

I said with a smile. Williamson, Stanley, Aliza, Reggie, Autumn, Zion & Robinson morph into orbs then the Arcana Legion & the spirits of the Ignited Animatronics begin to revolve around me. The same thing goes for the spirits controlling the Ignited Animatronics plus Creation. I then jumped on Roxy “you and Roxy have great synergy” said Monty “well to be honest Monty he sees me as his guardian and it’s my duty to protect him” said Roxy, “that’s right Roxy” I said. “My allies, friends and I will provide you backup Great Uncle” said Charlotte “noted Charlotte” I said “Grr!!! ROAR!!! You will suffer!!” Bugbear growled. “It’s do this” I said “right rockstar” said Roxy then I closed my eyes and s

Golden rings surround his eyes now, his chest heaving. Horror scalds my insides, a vicious headache stirring in my temples. "I-I'm done!" I say, and panic flashes across his handsome face. His body shakes, sweat forming on his forehead. Suddenly, he looks half mad. And that scares me to no end. "Y-you're a monster," I spit. He shakes his head, reaching a hand for me. I pull my hand away, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. "Please, baby, don't do this to me. I can't...breathe without you..." he croaks.

But the monster just laughed, a twisted, grating sound, flipping through the frames one by one as he studied them carefully. His putrid breath heated my face as he leaned over me. My stomach roiled and heaved, vomit spilling at his feet. He took a step back, breaking his connection with my mind, an angry rumbling sound filling the space around us. “Cinna!” A desperate cry for help reverberated in my head but there was no answer.

i walk to my sit and smile when i see what they wrote on my writing desk MONKEY GIRL . . .i smile cause if really am a monkey they won't be staying in the same class with me . . . .i rest my head on the desk . .and go into the dreamland . . . .i dream about me holding a toy playing with it . . someone come from nowhere and want to collect it . . .as am draging it from his hand . .suddenly he become a zombie and bite me. . ....ahhhhhhhh . . . i scream out in real life.