Monsters Incorporated Boo Novels & Stories

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

“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?”

Belle didn't fight it , she knew her sister would walk on fire with bare legs for her. She started looking at the pots to see if everything was ready. "Do you know who's coming?" she asked Belle She pouted as if trying to remember.. "Oh, Dad said it was the family and owner of White Industries." Rosette's eyes shot up from the soup she was ladling. She worked for White Industries. What if someone recognized her, though the chances were low as she was one of the thousand employees in the office but what if.... So her boss, the biggest business man of the city was coming to her house to dine. This was some news to digest.

I murmured. "There's a few of you turning 18. The Walker boy does too. A couple of girls, but I think guy wise it's just you two. Then of course the few that are over 18 who haven't found they're mates. There's some hot guys too. Not just oldies" Mama says, closing her magazine and turning toward me. "Maybe I'll have some older hottie," I murmured. "Wouldn't that be something? Maybe it's the Walker boy. He's cute too" my whole body stiffens, and my belly warms. Oh no. No no no no.

I cannot stress how DEADLY his allergies to anything with citrus are. He practically ruined his and his sister's birthday for a cake he can't even eat. When I got him a nice cake that he would have loved had he not been in the hospital for four days. Rhea cried alot because she thought he wasn’t going to wake up again. She kept saying ‘Boo-Boo died’ over and over and over again each day. Boo-boo is the name of a mentally challenged monkey at the zoo, whom she has equated to being her brother’s long-lost relative.

“She carries our mark. Our scent was on her first. You stole her from us like some thief in the night.” I took one deliberate step closer. The monster inside me, the ancient, ruthless part of my power, stirred and pushed against my control. Silver fur rippled across my forearms. Claws extended from my fingertips with a faint metallic sound. The triplets’ eyes widened, but they held their ground. Foolish.

The sub-basement of Vane Biotics was a tomb of glass and pressurized air. I stood in the center of the "Sequence 5" nursery, the silver locket clutched in my palm so tightly the metal was beginning to bite into my skin. Outside the acrylic walls, the dark water of the Atlantic churned, a silent witness to the monsters Victor Vane had created. "Intruder Alert. Biometric purge in forty-five seconds," the AI’s voice echoed, cold and rhythmic, through the white corridor.

My life was officially a disaster. My boyfriend had broken up with me, my boss was apparently some kind of terrifying supernatural monster, the said boss had broken into my peaceful family life and charmed my grandmother, and worst of all? Part of me still couldn’t stop thinking about him. I immediately sat upright. “Nope.” I pointed a finger at myself. “No. We are not doing that.” The mark beneath my scarf pulsed. I ignored it. Resignation. Yes. That was the only solution. Resignation fixed everything. No more Lukas, no more Varlor Group, no more weird glowing eyes, no more being hunted by billionaire monsters. The thought alone gave me enough motivation to climb out of bed.

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

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********