Sully Monsters Inc Novels & Stories

That sent a chill down my spine. We reached the gates. Two black SUVs idled nearby—Moretti security. Men stood alert, hands near weapons, eyes sharp. Dante spoke briefly to one of them, his tone all business now. “Any movement?” “No, sir. Car hasn’t moved.” “Heat signatures?” “Two inside. Driver and passenger.” My stomach dropped. Two. Marcus hadn’t just come alone. He’d come prepared. “Stay here,” Dante said, turning to me. I crossed my arms. “No.”

All I know is something has happened that means I will never be the same person. Outside of the abandoned house, I sit on the wet grass, angry with my performance. The house has all but collapsed at my feet. She’s gone. Standing, I make my way over to my partner. The dry fall leaves crunch under the weight of my boots. The sounds of summer have long passed. Emptiness crowds the horizon. I’m Aiden Samuels, and I work for the Assassination Southern Squadron based out of Georgia. Someone probably had a good laugh when they realized we’d be called the A.S.S. The northern squadron has the better name and the better stats. It’s just a name with the type of money we’re making. Money is, after all,

something long and veiny being put that deep into my mouth. He sucks his thumb first before biting it; blood spills out. Then he flicks the thumb in the air, and the blood rolls down. He turns his fingers in a circular motion, and the blood begins to twirl and increase. The blood on the ground is rising until it turns into a giant monster. My heart misses a beat as the monster head turns in my direction. The monster moves sluggishly in the direction of Jaden waves. When Jaden steps back, so does the monster. It's like a puppet he's controlling.

Within seconds, I pieced it together. “The ballroom can only house six thousand wolves,” I said, voice rough. “How many invites have we sent out?” Lord Thanos cleared his throat. “We sent out seven thousand. Five thousand have already responded.” I nodded once. “Inform the remaining two thousand they have until tonight to confirm or consider themselves uninvited. Next?” “Yes, Alpha,” Kaela spoke up. I didn’t miss the way Lydia’s body went rigid beside me. Her eyes dropped to her paper, burning holes through it. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, but she was visibly agitated.

I looked between them — Atlas steady as ever, Hunter still grinning like he'd won something bigger than a skate race — and felt, for the first time in longer than I could remember, like nothing about my life needed explaining to anyone anymore. "Let the world call us monsters," Atlas said quietly, watching the last of the porch lights flicker against the dark. "As long as you remember who you belong to."

"Aren't you afraid of the Moon Goddess's wrath for defying Her will like this?" The moment I hit send, my mate Kael, the Alpha of the Starlight Pack, walked up to me. He was holding a forged diagnosis report from the Healer, his face a mask of pained hesitation. "Seraphina," he said, his voice trembling. " The Healer says our pup's soul is fragmented. It has been judged as a stillborn. For your safety, we have to terminate the pregnancy immediately." He took a breath, looking deep into my eyes.

"That's right, Wendy. Even though Mom and Dad sent you over to such a dangerous place, they were still worried about you. "So they arranged a backup plan for you. You shouldn't blame Mom, Dad, and Conny anymore. We're still family!" I found her words hilarious. Unable to hold back any longer, I started to retch. Yvette was surprised. She asked in an aggrieved manner, "Do you hate me so much, Wendy?" The others started scolding me after that. "Don't go overboard, Wendy! If you no longer want to stay in the Sanders residence, then leave! A vicious person like you is not welcomed here!"

“She’s staying here.” “I would like to see—” Rei released my hand and lifted his bourbon. “Check it out and come back,” he said to Em. “She’s safe sitting here with me.” “Jasmine?” Em asked. I shook my head. “I’m happy here.” After Em walked away, Rei turned toward me. “Are you?” “That was my question. Am I safe with you?” For the first time since we’d left the penthouse, a smile curled his lips. “You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”