Monsters Under The Bed Novels & Stories

She sat on her bed and whispered to herself: “Soon. Max, we’re leaving She lay back, staring at the ceiling. Everything in the mansion felt unstable. Everything was shifting. And she needed to act before it was too late.

This was not just a home. It was a vault of power. A graveyard of empires. A place where monsters were not born—but made. And as the door shut behind us with a soft, final click, I knew one thing with terrifying certainty: Whatever we were about to ask… This place had heard it before.

"Oh, sweetheart." She rubbed her eyes again and moved closer to me. "I think there's a monster under my bed." "I think she just wants to sleep with you tonight," Orion said from behind me, amusement evident in his voice. I glanced over my shoulder at him. "What makes you think that?" "My nephew and niece do the exact same thing whenever I visit. The moment bedtime comes around, suddenly there are monsters under the bed, strange noises in the closet, or nightmares that only Uncle Orion can protect them from."

“We have to find where that noise is coming from. It’s probably under one of these beds.” “Okay Boss.” Jack turned on his flashlight and Mike and him peeked under the beds. The kids in the room started to stir. If they didn’t hurry, all the kids could wake up. Mike was the first to spot it. It was a monkey with a yellow and red button vest on. The monkey had slid all the way under the bed. It was clanging its cymbals, it had a creepy glare. Mike's arm was longer than Jack’s so he grabbed it and held the cymbals with his hand. The monkey squirmed and it finally stopped moving. They placed it on the floor and made it to the window. Mike dug into his bag and pulled out a rope made of sheets and

she said. "What! How did you do that?" I asked shocked. "I had placed my magical bead under your bed so it informed me that you were going to have intimacy and since it was what I had been waiting for, I couldn't wait but to send my magical bowl to collect your blood from the bedsheets. Am I not amazing?" She was so annoying. "No! No! This can't be happening."I screamed but she was already gone. Anu was the one in the room with me instead.

I had to join them to find the bug but at the end my house was clean, there wasn't anything found, apart from the one under my bed _ it wasn't a bug but the underwear of Theresa. What was it doing there and why?. Mona and the rest left my house and thank God dey didn't realise what I saw, I would have started explaining and what would I have said? My sex mate came into my house and intentionally left a gift under my bed.. Once again, Yulan had an extra shift and I wasn't going to allow her come home and notice the gift under our bed _ the same baby we make love on.. I went to Theresa and we had a conversation.

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

Even when my eyes are open, I see the monster. Monsters are made to stay in your closet; well, they are under your bed too. Then, you need to ask yourself, does a cupboard constitutes as a closet for when I open a cupboard in the kitchen, guess what, his face is there. When I open the cabinet in the bathroom, his face is there.

Her eyes, the color of a ripe pomegranate, held a depth of ages, but they are still soft of warm understanding for me. "There are those who fear what they do not know," My mother continued. "Mortals, cling to their fleeting lives and see only the monster in the darkness. Witches, vampires, wolves… they become lost in their own power and distrust those who walk different paths. We, my darling Luna, are caught somewhere in between. We are the bridge between worlds, the guardians of secrets the living cannot understand."