Still Monster Romanized Novels & Stories

his mother asked, that worried expression back on her face. “I have my own people. I’ll be fine,” Rome assured them. “Fine, fine. I’ll call them off,” Monty said with a sharp nod. “Now, let me get your portion of the contract so you can sign it.” He bent down and opened the attaché case, pulling out a stapled document about five pages long for Rome to sign.

I finish. "Maybe he can't hear us, maybe he's hard of hearing or something almost identical," Roman says. Or then again maybe he communicates in a dead language, like old-fashioned Latin, old-fashioned Greek, or Mayan. I glance at him curiously when I hear the rest of his choices. He shrugs when he understands. "Perhaps I'm just reacting to the torment," Justo intercedes practically softly. — Or fear,— Jorge recommends. “Nothing will terrify that thing,” Curator Roman, “just take a look at it.” “It's a mobile corpse,” he comments with a wave of his hand.

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

“I don't think he is going to kill your mom. Asides the fact I don't think she would be that easy to kill—” “He broke Monaco's gate fortified by some of the hardest spells to break by shaking it repeatedly. That man is a monster of his own league. He is literally the son of the last blood Lycan to exist. My mother is a super trained werewolf alright, but she doesn't stand a chance against a Lycan.” I turned to look at him, his trench coat flowing in the breeze behind him as he paced back and forth. Vibration filled the room. It was Roman's phone which he placed on the table they both sat on. Jessica's name was on display. I rushed for the phone to pick it till I remembered I couldn't be the

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Then suddenly, the operator shouted, "There's something wrong with this chip!" The entire room went silent. She carefully sliced it open with a blade. "It's a dual-layer implant. The outer layer is a standard emotional regulator, but inside… There's a memory alteration chip." Ophelia's face went pale. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor. [Altering memories to influence the verdict? That's insane.] [So those scenes of Ophelia caring for Gabriel were all fake?] [Then who's the real monster here?] The judge's expression turned grave as he walked over to me.

I knew it, Roman just got back at me. ###################

The knock came once, twice, and then a third time before I heard his voice. "OUT VIPER. WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO MESS AROUND!" He snapped, and I immediately recognized his voice. Jacopo Nicolo?

‎Because Maxim Romanov is a monster. ‎But I’m worse. ‎And hell is coming for them. ‎One bullet at a time.