Ted Pauley Monsters Inc Novels & Stories

“Your little princess is bleeding already. I wonder how much more she can take.” The screen went black. Carlo stood still, his hands shaking. He swallowed hard, then spoke, low and furious. “I swear to God, Bernice, if you touch her again, I’ll end you.” She only laughed. “Come get her then. If you can.” And then the call ended again. He turned to Jude, voice hoarse. “Can we trace that video?” Jude didn’t answer at first. Then one of the tech guys stood up. “We might have something. That last signal wasn’t as clean.”

He gave me a charming smile and if it was two years ago maybe it would have worked "So why haven’t I seen you around the office?” “I work from here,” I replied, meeting his curiosity with a polite nod. “Here?" His eyes widened. “I'm his PA,” I confirmed, forcing a smile. "It's a shame you don't work down at the firm. A face like yours would make going to work all that more enjoyable." "I haven't been there," I admitted. "Maybe I can show you around and then after we can get dinner?" Before I could respond, I felt the temperature in the room drop as cold voice cut through the air,“Eric,” Constantine’s voice caused me to startle. He was suddenly behind Eric, hand extended with a polite but poi

It felt like watching a little child ogle candy, and I couldn't tear my eyes away, but then, the front door opened, and the air in the room didn't just change, it shifted. I didn't have to turn around to know it was them. I had no idea why, but my pussy gave a sharp, treacherous throb, and the phantom sensation of being filled to the brim returned so vividly I nearly gasped. It was a miracle how no one had heard me, but it was an even bigger one how I hadn't already combusted as Enzo, Nathan, and Rowan walked in like they owned the foundation the house was built on. Beside me, my father’s smile vanished instantly. He looked like he’d seen ghosts, and that was me being mild about the whole th

Is he trying to freak her out even more? Paige doesn’t speak for a moment and I know she is trying to make sense of his words. I pinch the bridge of my nose, waiting for all hell to break loose. “What the hell are you talking about? You cannot claim me like I’m some property. I barely even know you, and if you are suggesting that I’d be in a relationship with both of you, then you can forget it. I don’t want either of you. You are not even human, for God’s sake. You are monsters, some kind of freak abominations, and I want no part of whatever it is you have going on here,” she shouts.

If it weren't for Sandra Pauley, I would've been standing at the very top of this field, not a man who gave up his career to orbit his family as a stay-at-home husband. My phone rang, sharp and sudden. Sandra. I answered and put it on speaker. Her voice exploded through the phone, hysterical and shrill. "Bradley, have you lost your mind? Stop this right now! This is a crime! Do you even know what you're doing?" I laughed softly. "Judge Pauley, your response time today is a lot faster than when you were supposed to get justice for Monica. Where's the video? Where's the full recording I asked for? Did you bring it?"

But it was too soon. The doors slid open, and a man I didn't recognize stepped out. He was older, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than a year of my father’s salary. He carried a leather briefcase and moved with the silent, practiced grace of a shark. "Mrs. Blackwood," he said, his voice as smooth as polished stone. "My name is Silas Vane. I am the patriarch of the family Killian and Dominic so desperately tried to destroy." The Third Monster.

Chaining his wrist to the iron bedframe—not because we thought it would hold him forever, but because it might slow him down long enough for us to survive. When we finished, he looked less like a monster dragged from the street and more like a warlord temporarily caged. Mae sat heavily in the chair, eyes never leaving him. “So,” she said softly, “what exactly did we bring into your apartment?” I met her gaze. “Someone important,” I said. “And someone dangerous enough that people will come looking.” Mae’s mouth curved into a slow, uneasy smile. “And that’s our opening.” I looked back at the vampire, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths.

The deal. No one smiles. “No,” Auren says flatly. “Absolutely not.” “They’re manipulating you,” Lucien adds. “Why didn’t you say this earlier, Lucian?” I ask tiredly. “Because you wouldn’t let me speak,” he spits “They’re dangerous,” Kael says, quieter—but sharper. As if summoned by the tension— the attic shadows ripple. And the Vor’Enya Twins appear. “We will help,” they say in unison. Auren shifts into a defensive stance instantly. “Over my dead body.”

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.

I can hear the fast rush of water as the blood forms into different parts, creating this monster. I can feel it in my veins, and I can feel something too wet and sticky in my panties. My toes curl as I press my legs together. "You did it." Jaden whispers, his voice breaking the tension. I reopen my eyes, and in front of us is... A monster. It's small, not exactly mighty and strong like Jaden's and it's about to wither, it falls to the side. I think my magic is not strong enough to keep it lasting for long. The monster starts melting. But I fucking did it. "I created a monster!" I shriek in excitement, laughing so hard that I spin around and throw my hands around Jaden's neck without even rea