Nicki Minaj Monster Verse Novels & Stories

Apparently, they ran deep. It was a horrific video. Watching what that monster do to Ezabella made me sick to my stomach. It forced another reality between us and how she was the true victim to me forced into this marriage and not me. My eyes dropped to her right knee, the same one Eliot Williamson had bashed in with a metal bat, swinging it on her knee over and over again until it was nothing but a bloody mess. It must have been a nightmare to live through, and another nightmare to have someone send it to a group chat.

“The room was enveloped in darkness, there was a sound of droplets hitting the ground, the room smelled like a rotting corpse. There was a tapping on the door like someone was baning in morse code. The sound stopped when a large metal door opened a monster showed up. There was a pounding against the wall and one of the lights flickered on, the light brightened the room. But the people in the room were better off not knowing who put them there, the monster walked closer to the people chained and shackled against the wall. They kept screaming why are you doing this to me?'' Let me out. I have a family. Please do not do this to me. The Monster did not say anything to the man he just walked over

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”

I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue. "We are monsters, aren't we?" Nicodra asks deviously. "Yes, we sleep in beds and bathe in showers, eat with forks and knives—cooked foods—but we're beasts. I had heard that a woman of your pack killed her mate. Bizarre, isn't it?" "Tragic, I think," I answer. "I can't lie, it's been on my mind. Horrible, terrible thing." David says, "We're choosing to move on from the incident."

She sighed and slowly slid down while she looked at me, stopping when her knees were bent and she was in a squatting position. “The party has arriiivveed,” she sang. Nikki wore fitted jeans, black fuck-me heels and a short red cropped t-shirt showing off her belly. Her makeup was done and her hair was up in a high tight ponytail. She called it her battle hairstyle. She said it made her feel like a “boss bitch”. She stood to her feet and looked around. “Just us?” She asked. “You didn’t see Mavy when you came through the front door?” I asked.

Still had breath. “Marcus and I broke up again,” she said casually, like it wasn’t the fifth time in six weeks. “Was it because of the karaoke fight or the grilled cheese?” I said mechanically. “Karaoke,” she said mournfully. “He said my rendition of Like a Prayer was emotionally aggressive.” “That’s because it was.” “I was feeling it!” I gave a half-smile. “Poor Marcus.” “Right?” she said, grinning, then leaned her head back. “Anyway, I’m tired of the same people, the same scenes. You know what you need?”

" 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗯𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. "Don't ever call yourself a monster. You're not a monster. You're Zannicus. My Zannicus. I love you and I always will. Don't forget that." � �𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀.

I set the phone on the table. "You okay?" he asks, and I wonder what I look like. I don't have any makeup on and a hand to my braided hair tells me it's still damp. I look down at what I'm wearing. A pair of sweats, a hoodie and boots that could pass as slippers. I must look like I'm in my pajamas, especially in this crowd. "I was in a rush." My phone vibrates with a message this time. I pick it up, the notification letting me know it's Nicholas—which I already knew.

Mike tried to say. "Don't you get it? I don't deserve to be helped, I'm a monster." he said amidst tears, he can't stop himself from crying. He just couldn't, he had hurt that innocent girl. He doesn't deserve to live, "I'm a monster," he kept saying repeatedly, Maria couldn't stop herself from breaking down. She can't bear to see her son like this, It was breaking her heart. Chris kept screaming and shouting at them "Mr Williams I need your help, I need you to hold him for me while I sedate him" Mike said.

It only made me want to taint her. “I'm yours, daddy,” she whispered into my ears, making my cock throb in my pants. I could feel it begging to be released, and in one swift move, I put her down in the lounge, unbuckling my belt, a cruel smirk coming to rest on my lips. She had awakened the monster, and now she was going to take it like the slut she was. Binding her hands with the belt, I pulled her to her knees in front of me, pulling off my shorts to let my hardened cock spring free.