Monsters Inc Boo Cry Novels & Stories

I cried even more. "It's fine, it's fine, baby, don't cry" He reached forward to wipe my tears, but I pushed him off and continued hitting his chest. "It's gone, it's all gone, how do I get my hair back? How do I get my beautiful long hair back?" I opened my mouth and let out another loud cry. Wymond caught my hands that were still hitting him and kissed my knuckles softly. "It's just a simple wish you made, even the dumbest witch or wizard can undo it.. then why are still crying when your mate is a pro wizard?" he asked.

Ava's POV “No, I want my child right now!“ The three-eyed monster yells as tears dropped from his third eye. I placed my shirt to wipe his tears but instead of clearing his tears, his tear melted my shirt. Tears from the third eye are like Lava erupting from a volcano. I threw the Shirt on the floor. The three-eyed monster pushed Nicole to a side as he strode into Nicole's shank, I followed and Nicole stood behind me. “My baby!“ the three-eyed monster wept as he went to his knees.

“So, choose.” They obviously did not believe me because they both scoffed. Their fear perfumed around them, cluing us into what we already knew – they were pretending to be tough shit but were failing miserably. I muted them so that the babes would not be scared. They were trying to speak, but nothing came out. I just smirked at them, very pleased with this thus far. I threw some Cryoplasm at them. We watched as their bodies started to shake and tears fell from their eyes, but their screams were nonexistent thankfully because I hated hearing banshees in heat.

I'd been fucking her for minutes until, “Ugh! Fuck! Take that! Take my seed!” I groaned, plunging into her hard as my manhood twitched, releasing ropes of cum into her. “Daddyyyy” she screamed, her eyes rolling backwards in their sockets before she passed out. I knew she had cum on my cock. Burying my face in her neck, I could feel the flicker in my eyes, and the sharp teeth sticking out of my mouth. My fangs had elongated!

"I won't just bond with someone else, but I'll also have a bunch of adorable little ones. I'll raise them with your credit card. I'll make them chubby and happy just to piss you off!" "You wouldn't dare," Arnold whispered weakly, but clarity returned to his eyes. Before the incubus controlling me could react, Arnold flung them away. They crashed into the wall and passed out. But before I could celebrate, Arnold coughed up a mouthful of blood. My heart shattered. "Does it hurt?" He wiped the blood away and smiled crookedly. "It hurt less than when you said you didn't love me." Thinking about how he had placed every flower in the basement by hand, I burst into tears.

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.

“ATTACK!” BOOOOOOOMMMMMMM

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

My ex-colleague, Brenda Wilson, finds out from an unknown source that I have taken in an adopted son. Because of that, she insists on matchmaking my son with her niece. "My niece has graduated from a proper college, you know! You don't have to prepare any fancy wedding gifts… Just 800 thousand dollars will do! On top of that, you can put her name on the deed of that fancy deluxe apartment in the city center. "From the way I see it, there's no need to choose the perfect date anymore. They should get their marriage registered tomorrow and do their best to give birth to a cute baby boy!" My adopted son has a volatile temper, so there's no way he'll go on a blind date with some random woman.

He was bending down in front of me, his face only inches away from my own. “One tear, one lash” I yelled back, trying my best to keep my voice sounding strong. Even though all I wanted was to cry. “Again!” he roared, his hot breath bashed against my face as he screamed, “One tear, one lash” I screamed back loudly. “What are you?” he demanded, “A monster” “What are you?” “A monster!” “And what do monsters not do?” “Monsters don’t cry” I yelled as loud as I could. “And why don’t monsters cry? Tell me beast, what’s the rule?”