Schmoopsie Poo Monsters Inc Novels & Stories

“We meet again.” Shit.

Andi asked. “Thursday. In Mineral Mines.” Road games were either awesome or horrible. Her dad almost always let her take a friend, and this time of year Beth was very popular with the other girls in the group of four or five she hung out with during the school year. Everyone wanted to ride with her in the off chance one of the cute boys from the team would need a ride, which was usually the case. Sometimes her mom’s mini-van would be full of ball players, and since Shane had to sit in the front on longer trips due to his car sickness, it often meant an uncomfortable ride for Beth next to one of the guys in the middle seat. At least if she had a friend with her, she could sit in the way back

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

I came here to hide from Marcus and start over. Instead I walked into a house with three wolves who already decided I belonged to them.

The atmosphere inside the cliff became tense as the three of them sneaked between the monsters to throw the meat. It seemed that the aroma of fresh meat began to waft through the air, causing the monsters to start searching for the intoxicating scent. The predatory monsters, which had been calm at first, began to fidget and glance around to find where the scent was coming from. “It's time to chase them away from here!” Poppy grinned happily when she saw the monsters' reaction. “Poppy, now!” Jason nodded his head as a sign that they were ready. Poppy immediately threw the meat in her hand at one of the wolf monsters. The fresh meat landed beautifully on the wolf monster's face and quickly cau

“The dead aren’t coming back?” “Marie’s gone,” I said. “The spell snapped with her. Corpses will stay corpses now. You just have to worry about the living monsters.” Jo flinched at that. Shiloh touched her shoulder. “We’re shutting the factory down,” Shiloh said. “Every cage. Every crib. Gone.” Kofi’s posture changed. “You serious?” “I didn’t nearly get eaten and shot for a half-plan,” she said. Harris glanced at me. “And your King? He’s really in on this?”

After several attempts at monster fishing, Zen finally understood the monster’s behavioural patterns enough to decide what strategy to employ. The cap-wearing variant would often spend more time underwater circling his foot. However, if it was a regular Pixie Prank Parasol monster, Zen would often feel a subtle probe at his foot with the tentacles as the monster tried to pull it down from his branch if it could. If Zen moved his foot up, the regular blue mushroom monster would simply surface with a bulb and kind-looking face offering Zen a ride.

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

someone muttered behind me. “That monster hurt Liam.” Another voice shouted, “Call the police! No, the army...call SSS! We have a fucking monster in our school!” I stared at them, numb. Monster? I turned to explain, to tell them I didn’t know what was happening, that I didn’t mean to hurt him, but the moment I lifted my hand... Then I saw it, my hands weren't mine. The fingers were longer, stretched, claws replacing my nails. Fur...actual fur...sprouted along my wrist like it was growing out of me, wrapping around my skin like a sick costume I never asked to wear.

Ahhhhh you don't really know how to listen, it's okay that your parents died early because they'll just regret that they lived with a child like you who is useless. Go away, you don't matter .. I WILL KILL YOU ... Hahhaha what? You? Hahahahah get away....... Outch let me go .. I KILL YOU .. i will kill you, you deserve to die Shannie let go of me shaniee .. You must die you must be killed ... Ahhhhhhh please stop please stop i beg you please ahhh ..ahhh ... ahhh HAHAHAHA killed him hahah she's dead