Novel & Cerita Raja Monster

Mia's pov Two days ago after I have been trapped in this basement lab, Chick the supposed Zombie king was sent in to see me. I guessed it to be that they've confirmed me to be Raven. “Why do they call you the Zombie king? Because to me, I think you to be human” I asked him when I spotted he was mixing strange portions. He's a scientist from the looks of things. "I'm a human, you are right but I'm able to control the mad zombies" he responded

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

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.

“That’s a Prada wallet, woman!” It was one of the many gifts with which Ralph has presented me over the month. Luxurious materialistic things were not exactly his style, but he simply didn’t let me feel the lack of anything. “It’s a copy,” I fibbed. “You know the ones you can buy on eBay for one-tenth of the original price?” “Are you both done?” Noah cut in. “C’mon, we are getting late.” “Fine, fine.” I was glad it was a superhero movie because watching the zombies destroy the world was much better than unrealistic happily-ever-after.

"Naomi…" His eyes were red as he took in the bruises on my face. His hand lifted slightly but hesitated, as if afraid that even the slightest touch would hurt me. Then, unable to suppress his fury any longer, he snapped. Teeth clenched, fists tight, he threw punch after punch at the kidnappers, his rage so brutal that no one dared to step in and stop him until, through the pain, I called out to him. "Nathaniel, it hurts." "Nathaniel, stop!"

"They think it's funny because of my name. It’s just a joke." "Stay away from them, Rose.” He grabbed my arm, his grip surprisingly strong. “Do you hear me? Those men... they aren't businessmen. They’re monsters. They’re dangerous." "I know, Dad," I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. "I know." But as I drove, all I could feel was the pulsing ache between my legs. I was terrified of them, but God, I was already craving the way they took me. I was a couple of days away from being their captive, and I was already drowning in the need for their touch.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

The man whose smirk had once felt like a challenge, whose rare moments of softness had confused me into thinking there might be something human underneath all that coldness. But this—this was who he really was. A monster. Each lash echoed in my head, each scream burning into my memory. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I wanted to run to her, but my body wouldn’t move. The crowd was silent, their faces expressionless, watching as if this were nothing more than another lesson in obedience. When it was finally over, Alessia sagged against her chains, her back slick with blood. Nolan turned then, his eyes landing on me.

The monster was required to tell its victim its core rules. And those rules came in three parts. Being killed by the monster triggers a loop. The loop has a limit on the number of cycles. The monster can take human form. Three rules, neat and precise. As for the "extra" rule it had told me—that it could alter memories—that was nothing but a lie. The logic was simple. If every loop erased my memory, the monster had absolutely no need to tell me about the loop at all.