My Little Monster Novels & Stories

“So, monstrology. What monsters are there mentioned in the homework?” Kiyoko opened her notebook and took her pencil. “It’s the Wheat Ants, Waka Bird, and one other monster of the student’s choice. What does the last one means?” “It means, you take one monster to yourself. What do you want?” Kiyo asked. The little girl looked confused. “What? Take one monster?” Kiyo slapped her own forehead. “Err, I mean…” She clicker her fingers, trying to find the correct word.

"Shayana. They exist. And you're one of them." I can't believe it. I don't want to believe it. "Do you mean I'm a monster?" Dad stood up and held me. "No honey. You're not. Don't ever think that way. Monster is only for those who are evil. You're not like that. "I don't believe you dad. If you are just pranking me you better stop now. It's not funny. YOU'RE MAKING ME SCARED." I scream out of frustration. "HONEY. LISTEN."

Wanda asked, her voice softening slightly. I thought of Lucien standing in that study, shaking but refusing to give up. I thought of the way I had let everyone else write my story for twenty-one years. "I realized that if I’m going to be a monster in their eyes anyway, I might as well be a monster who plays the cello."

Get her to sign the deeds and let the Laurent girl walk. I was helpless. For the first time in my life, the "Monster" had no teeth. Unless I burned it all down right now. But there’s only one way out of this

I looked between them — Atlas steady as ever, Hunter still grinning like he'd won something bigger than a skate race — and felt, for the first time in longer than I could remember, like nothing about my life needed explaining to anyone anymore. "Let the world call us monsters," Atlas said quietly, watching the last of the porch lights flicker against the dark. "As long as you remember who you belong to."

Noa clung to it like it was the only real thing left. “You once told me monsters can love too,” Noa whispered. “But you didn’t say what happens when the people you love are the monsters.” Alessio didn’t answer. He just let his hand trail down Noa’s spine, a gentle possessive stroke. “We become the ones worth loving anyway.”

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

"The three million dollars your father owes was a setup from the start. The whole thing was a trap to get you, to make you the Costello family's property." I clenched the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white. So, from the very beginning, I'd been nothing more than a commodity, tagged with a price. "Chiara, listen to me. Stay away from them. I'll get you out of Monvia," Leo said. "No." I paused, then continued, "I'm not going anywhere." After I hung up, I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was pale, but my eyes were unnervingly bright. Dante and Luciano wanted to turn me into a toy, huh? We would see who walked away winning in the end.

Talking made things worse. He looked at the shelf of toys. There were dolls. Cars. Animals. Monsters. He picked up a monster. It was green with big teeth. He put the monster in the hole. Then he covered it with sand. "Hiding the monster," Dr. Yuki said. "Good idea." River looked at her. She understood. You had to hide the monsters. If you didn't, they came out at night. He picked up a small doll. A boy doll. He put the boy doll on top of the sand mound. Right over the monster.