Stranger Things Monster Novels & Stories

I stared at it, my lips set in a thin line. He was none other than Jonathan. Owner of a major game production company in City M. And I'd just saved his son!

My mouth opened and no sound came out. “We aren't strangers, we are friends with your mom,” Monster said from behind me. The rosy cheeked face lit up, her head turning every which way as her eyes searched for her mother. “Is momma here?” “No.” Finally I found my voice. “But she sent us to make sure you are ok. She really wanted to come.” “I miss her.” Standing, I threw a glance over my shoulder. Monster shook his head. He knew without me saying a word that I was about to do something stupid. I ignored him totally.

“Aurora and Annabelle. Her best friends. They’re sisters. Another dream I can’t chase because Sandy’s always on my back.” “What do you mean? What do you want to do to them?” “I want to sleep with them.” He rolled his eyes at me like I was stupid. “And who’s this guy?” I asked, trying to sound casual, pointing at the Monster. This was my chance to learn his name. I didn’t know what I would do if he turned out to be her boyfriend. How could I tell my brother that he was living with a girl who was dating a killer? But that wasn’t the part that scared me most about Sandy and the Monster being together.

Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole. This whole time I’m screaming “No” “Noooo” but that doesn’t do anything to stop it. My family is gone, mum, dad, Zac, but wait where is Bethany. I scan the surroundings searching for a sign that Bethany got away but there are no sign. Abruptly I become aware of a low grunting sound that’s coming from the monster. Gradually I spin to face the monster; I stare at it waiting for it to do something when suddenly it speaks

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."

Grayson says. "Maybe, they should do that when the people can actually fight. I feel insulted." Malisha whines with a pout. Grayson is amused, and says, "Don't be sweetheart." She looks at him, and before she can say anything, they both feel another presence. THE MONSTER. Their eyes narrow, and they notice there is someone beside the monster. "Who is that?" Grayson asks. "I have no idea, but it must be gone." They look at each other and nod.

" I almost laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. I used to think Ophelia was just born rotten. As it turned out, Lauren wasn't any better. Like they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I shot Lauren a cold glance, then suddenly waved toward the distance, my voice bright. "Mom! You're here!" Lauren jerked her head up and followed my gaze. The operator who had controlled the memory extraction machine that day was striding straight toward us. I looked at the two of them, stunned speechless, and let out a quiet, mocking laugh. "Sorry. I already have a new family now. I have a new mom. If you keep bothering me, I'm calling the police."

They felt like a brand. But as I touched the cold stones, I realized the most terrifying part of the night: When Julian’s hands were on me, I hadn't wanted him to stop. I had wanted the Monster to hold me until the world disappeared.

“Just… don’t look at me, Dominic. You have your stupid contract. You got your performance. Don’t pretend you care now.” She turned her head just a fraction, a single wet streak gleaming on her cheek under the moonlight, her hazel eyes wild with a raw, cornered fury. “You don’t know what it’s like. To see a monster… to watch him show a room full of strangers the exact warmth he treated like a disease when it came to you. You know nothing about him. You know nothing about what he took from me.”

Especially dark ones. Horatio shakes his head. "I wonder sometimes if it wasn't Gordon who created the monster. His affections were very clear." "Horatio." He faces me dead on, eyes shadowed. "Say it. Who is her biological father?" "Nicholas—" "Fucking say it." "Chandler," he says flatly. To think it is one thing. To guess it. To hear it, though, and to know it as fact, it's another thing altogether. "Chandler Carlisle-Bent hated his half-sister. He despised her, Nicholas. He raped her over months and months, and I never even saw it. Never saw what was right in front of my eyes."