The Monster Under My Bed Book Novels & Stories

Little demons under the bed. That was exactly what little Andrew hated. And there were a lot of them. “Goodnight, little one,” his father said, smiling at him. They were in his room. He wanted his dad to keep staying there, but he knew the man would leave his room soon. That was when they usually came. The monsters that shuffled around under his bed. They would play and roll about waiting for when his legs would mistakenly extend out of the bed, then they would grab his legs and pull him under.

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

' Please hold me' I was silently saying but I felt a little disappointed that he didn't. who am I kidding I am the one pushing him away. I soon drifted off to sleep. """ the footsteps echoed through the empty house. Thud. Thud. Thud. I stayed under the bed scared out of my mind. I don't know what that thing was I needed a saviour I needed someone to help me!! "Booo "" "AAAH." I screamed thrashing around in desperate need of getting away, running away from the monster..

Book one is here- Read The Secret Agent's Mafia Mate by Writer F online for free — GoodNovel “Are you coming upstairs?” Killian was standing there, right in front of his apartment building. Mike knew he usually stayed at Richard’s, and he had actually come here only a couple of times before. He’d never been upstairs, but so many things had changed since then. Mike had never even imagined he would be standing here, with Killian only a couple of meters in front of him, asking if he wanted to go upstairs with him.

You forgot to check under the bed. I had checked. Hadn't I? Every night of my adult life, I checked the closet. I checked the windows. I checked the lock on the bedroom door. But I had not checked under the bed. Not in years. Not since I was a child, when I believed that monsters lived in the dark spaces beneath the mattress. When I grew up, I told myself that was foolish. I stopped looking. But the whisper knew. The whisper had been waiting for me to forget.

That place holds a lot of terrible memories from my childhood which I want to forget. *** After a long day of work I went straight to bed to get a little more sleep since I haven't gotten any lately and with my exams coming up I need to rest. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep as soon as my head, came in contact with the mattress I was out. *****""" l didn't know what had happen but the next moment I was sleeping then I walk up to someone saying something to me it was strange but good at the same time.

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ Rose didn't even look up from the book. "It's called 'In a Monster’s Bed.'"

I ask him, “What did you dream about?” “There was a monster under my bed,” he says. “And it was calling my name. It was telling me to go to him. I didn’t want to. I was scared.” I pull him close to me and kiss the top of his head. “Oh, sweetie. I’m so sorry. It’s only a dream, okay? There are no monsters. They don’t exist.”

Jasper stated with a hint of angst. “She’s evil inside,” Ben softly said. “You know that, don’t you?” He did, but Jasper had no intention of admitting it aloud. He’d learned long ago to keep his cards close to his chest unless it was absolutely necessary to share them. He’d already divulged far more about himself to both the witches and the wolves than he was comfortable with. Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed, “I haven’t a clue where to find a zombie.” “I do,” Ben said with a satisfied smile. “How much do you know about zombies?”

When Paul would laugh at me, Dad’d tell him to be quiet, because I was a princess, and princesses don’t fight monsters. If only those mom hugs could have lasted past age five, and those super-daddy monster slayed could still happen. Now, in the dead of night, holding my own baby, I wished I could call for my daddy to kill the monsters under my bed. Milka sniffed, her eyes drifting closed. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Then she woke up. And screamed. I muttered a very bad word. An hour and a half later, I thought she was finally asleep. She hadn’t cried or moved for five minutes. Maybe I could put her down and finally get some sleep myself.