The Monster Under My Bed Book Novels & Stories

Even though it has become customary for all the heirs of wealthy families to study abroad, my father has specifically chosen a local university for me, saying that he would miss me far too much if I left the country. He also donates a new building to the school so that I would not be mistreated by anyone on campus. The semester soon begins. Not wanting my roommates at the dorm to be intimidated by the economic disparity between us, I decide to dress more simply. But when I arrive at the dorm room, I see that someone else is using the bed I chose. My bedding and belongings now lie scattered all across the floor. Just as I'm about to speak, the young woman proclaims, "I want this bed. You

In a brutal all-male cadet academy where discipline is law and weakness is quietly erased, obedience is not requested—it is engineered. Elias enters the institution for survival. Debt, obligation, and limited options leave him with one rule: endure. He believes discipline is a tool, something external he can master and leave behind once his training is complete. He is wrong. The academy does not simply train bodies—it reshapes awareness. Silence becomes instruction. Proximity becomes pressure. Choice erodes long before it is ever questioned. Elias draws the attention of Instructor Vale, a senior authority figure whose control relies not on punishment, but on restraint. Vale does not comm

One of my roommates at the dorm was a competitive person. Whenever I studied, she would be anxious. If I opened a package, she would ask me what I was buying. She would also pressure me to tell her my whereabouts. There was even a time when I turned in my bed, she suddenly opened my divider curtain and asked me if I was secretly studying. I was literally going to go insane, but our nonchalant counsellor told me that I was overreacting. After that, I failed to secure a postgraduate position, but she managed to study overseas. When she returned, she became my supervisor. She told everyone she met that I was a very competitive person, and she kept assigning a lot of tasks for me to

Thorne Langley wakes up with no memory—nothing but sharp pain and the hollow feeling of a past that's gone. The only thing he knows for sure is that a mafia named Garrett Cullen is claiming they once shared a life together. Thorne doesn't remember their relationship, the dangerous world they were part of, or the enemies that now threaten them both. Garrett insists their bond was real-deep, powerful, and undeniable. But as old memories start to resurface, so does the truth. Thorne begins to question everything: his feelings for Garrett, the life they shared, and whether the love they once had can survive the web of lies, betrayals, and secrets still lurking beneath the surface. Living i

When Lina jilted Freddie at the altar, she never imagined the night before their wedding would come back to haunt her. Drunk and in a stranger's arms, she found herself in a compromising position with Freddie's best friend, Marcos. But the truth was far more complicated. Now, with a baby in the way that she believes is Marcos', Lina must confront a tangled web of secrets and betrayal. But what happens when Freddie, the man she wronged, becomes the one she can't escape? As they work together, old feelings resurface, and Lina's forced to confront the reality of her situation. But will the truth about her baby's paternity be enough to bring them together, or will it tear them apart forever?

"What have we done?" Alice really don't understand. She is in the bed with Jordi, which is her best friend and naked. "I ... really don't know what happened, Alice but I will responsible for everything." "No, Jordi. You have fiancee and I have a boyfriend. We can't." "But ... " "It's Okay. We just don't have to think about it. Everything is none." "No! I can't. You know, I have crush on you since long time and maybe this is God decision to make us like this." "What are you talking about?" "Alice, will you marry me?"

My father, Henry Carlton, is a genius painter. My mother, Candace Mills, is a world-class dancer. Dad says Mom is his muse. To marry her, he gives up a family fortune worth hundreds of millions. Everyone is moved to tears by their beautiful love story. But on the day I am born, Mom is left paralyzed from childbirth and can never dance again. While taking care of me as I cry day and night, Dad does everything he can to help Mom recover. One day, he disappears. All he leaves behind is one letter accusing Mom and me of destroying his inspiration. He says we are the ones to blame. My helpless Mom holds me in her arms as I do nothing but cry. She becomes convinced that if I can become Dad's

Moving to New York City is a big thing for anyone... anyone besides Amilia. She moved to run from her past, laying low and working at her job for the past year. The only problem is she's never met her boss until the yearly meeting came up. Finally meeting her boss, she's intrigued on why such a powerful woman would stay hidden away. Little does she know that her boss happens to be not only the CEO of one of the biggest companies, but she also happens to be the biggest crime lord in New York. Finding an interest in the mysterious woman, she chooses to dig deeper and get herself into more trouble than before

He stepped closer to me, his breath hot against my neck. “Say it Miss Taylor, and I will make you forget my brother ever existed.” His low husky voice vibrated through my core, my body shivered. The way his intimidating eyes burned into my soul, I knew he meant every word he said. He was yet to touch me, yet my legs wobbled under his mere gaze, my knees too weak to carry my body. That's when it dawned on me; Jaxon West was not a man, he was a walking seduction. Just a single glance from those eyes, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs. ** Ava Taylor has always been in love with her childhood best friend, Liam West, the charming, golden boy who could do no wrong. I

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space