The Monster Under My Bed Book Novels & Stories

Brandon asks, followed immediately by a wide yawn. "Sure thing." I glance over at the bookshelf against the opposite wall, which is stacked with picture books, then look back at Brandon. "I could read you a book from the shelf, or I could tell you a story about what happened on your dino friend's adventure." Brandon breathes in sharply. "When he was under the bed?" "What do you think he was doing down there?" I arch an eyebrow, like I know something he doesn't. Brandon shakes his head, eyes wide with wonder.

I sat there for what felt like hours, hugging myself, feeling like a child in her skin. I couldn’t tell anyone, I would lock the doors, check the windows twice, and sleep with the lights on. I would wait it out, like I always had cause if Jac had taught me anything, it was that monsters don’t live under your bed. They stand in your living room and smile like they belong there.

he asked I would have said no to him, the man was really nice to me and seemed so excited to give me a ride home I told him my little brother was here alone waiting for me I feel bad about lying to him but my Ma told me to bring home dinner and those type of humans are easy to catch she warned me not to tell Da about it and that he would get mad at her if I did Ma is really scary when she fights with Da, I see them demons in her eyes as she tells me she's going to lock me in the basement Where Them demons can eat me ****************************** I promised Da to read one of my Cinderella stories to my little brother Cleo before he goes to sleep but as I enter his room and I finish with my

But the book is filled with shadowy creatures and monsters that feed on humans and animals alike. Letting out another loud sigh, I reached for the book and pulled it out. Even though I had wanted to drop this book and find another one that would be more accurate, I wasn't able to find another book back at home. Maybe there might be some in this castle? With the book in my hands, I walked over to the bed and sat at the edge. Placing my hand flat against the hard cover of the book, I traced it from top to bottom, wondering if I should continue reading or just stop filling my head with scary stories.

Big and bold. Kael scoots over, creating a small sliver of space for me, and I fold myself awkwardly onto his tiny bed. My body contorts, cramped into angles that feel more like origami than comfort. I open the book, and of course—it is about space, just like the rest of his room, where planets dangle from the ceiling and stars scatter across the wallpaper. At least it’s educational, though that’s little comfort. A groan slips out before I can stop it. Which fool bought this monstrosity? Then realization crashes down like a cruel punch. It was me. I cursed myself with this. Never again will I encourage bedtime reading.

"Oh, sweetheart." She rubbed her eyes again and moved closer to me. "I think there's a monster under my bed." "I think she just wants to sleep with you tonight," Orion said from behind me, amusement evident in his voice. I glanced over my shoulder at him. "What makes you think that?" "My nephew and niece do the exact same thing whenever I visit. The moment bedtime comes around, suddenly there are monsters under the bed, strange noises in the closet, or nightmares that only Uncle Orion can protect them from."

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

My mother has become a star in the sky and I talk to that star everyday. I stay inside the castle only because so many monsters are there who can capture me and eat me as their meal. I am scared of those monsters very much. I am not that tasty as well but still they will eat me to feed themselves And I do not want to become their meal. And I am not a late sleeper but yesterday I was reading a book till late night. It is so interesting that I could not stop myself but still I could not finish it. I am eager to finish it and mostly I will do that today.

Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep. One exhausting evening, she returns home barely able to keep her eyes open. Too tired to even switch on the lights, she simply throws herself onto the bed and falls asleep within seconds. The problem? It wasn't her bed. And even worse... She had no idea someone else was already sleeping in it. The next morning, Maeve wakes up feeling something strange. Instead of hugging her pillow, she finds herself pressed against something warm... and unmistakably solid. Her eyes slowly flutter open.

Ben's shoulders immediately slumped as his father walked out the door with an air of finality. Ben prided himself on not being scared of much. He had been twelve by the time he had fully grown out of the monster under the bed, been too old for myths and legends for plenty of years now. He wasn't afraid of the dark, or spiders, he didn't mind snakes, or zombies; honestly, he wasn't scared of much. He knew most of these things were harmless or just flat out weren't real. So when something managed to spook him, it frightened him to the core.