The Monster Under The Bed Novels & Stories

“There’s a monster under my bed.” “Monster’s don’t exist.” “Yes, they do!” She leaned back just enough in my arms to look at me with the utmost seriousness. “And there’s one under my bed!” I hesitated, not sure what to do. The last thing I wanted was to enter the room where I’d discovered my baby was dead, but Ivy wouldn’t go in on her own. “Can you get rid of it?” she asked. Another pause. Finally, I sighed again and pushed her door open with my foot, stepping inside. The room was dim, just the glow of a small nightlight on the far wall casting everything in a soft bluish hue.

I made a plan that night to end her. The next night my parents had a big important party with some of my father’s clients from work. I knew that Rose would be over. When she arrived my mother kissed my forehead and left with my father. The sun hadn’t set yet so I asked Rose to go for a walk with me. She agreed and we took off into the woods behind my house. I got ahead of her and then made her think she had lost me. While she frantically looked for me I snuck behind her. I found a large piece of wood and crept up behind her. She heard the brush below my feet break as I approached her and quickly turned around. I then unleashed the Monster inside me. It was brutal and very sloppy. I honestly

I stammered, and he kissed the top of my head. Moments later, Annie knocked on our bedroom door, wanting to stay with us. “Can I come in and sleep with you guys tonight?” She asked her father when he opened the door for her, his eyes shining. “Aren’t you too big to sleep with mommy and daddy?” Jason asked her. “But there's a monster under my bed,” she said with a scared look. “Sweetheart, monsters don’t exist. They’re just stories people made up to sell souvenirs,” Jason replied, but I cut him off gently.

Permanently. [The monster is cunning and deceptive. It hides well and can take human form. But I suspect it can't kill at will. It must meet certain conditions first. I still haven't figured out what those conditions are.] [The bathroom is safe. Still, something about it is strange. The sound of claws scratching at the door appeared out of nowhere and vanished just as suddenly. The blood-written "Help me let me out" did the same. I suspect there's another secret hidden inside. Best to keep my distance for now.]

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

In a final fit of rage, he hurled the ceramic plate across the room, watching it shatter into a hundred shards before throwing himself onto the mattress, his belly still growling. In the dead of night, a violent jolt snapped his eyes open. His mind was foggy, his senses disoriented by the heavy shadows of the northern tower. Fumbling in the dark for his device, the screen illuminated midnight. He dragged his heavy limbs out of bed, muttering, “My wolf is starving.” The primal urge for raw meat was driving him mad. He needed to raid the lower cellars, so he crept out of his room, surprised to find the iron locks had been silently disengaged. He descended the grand stone staircase in a rare mo

“Asher—” “We are werewolves,” he says calmly. “All of us.” The room tilts. “No,” I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “That’s not—werewolves aren’t real.” “They are,” he says gently. “And so is the danger you’re in.” My thoughts scatter, scrambling for logic. “So what—you turn into wolves under a full moon? You expect me to believe that?” Asher doesn’t interrupt. He lets me spiral just enough before speaking again.

I continued playing another video showing her coaxing and teaching Jasmine how to frame Cedric for sexual assault. There were tears in her eyes as she pulled Jasmine into her arms and said, "Jazzy, a very evil man just became your dad's boss at work, and he's planning to frame your dad for something bad. If the evil man succeeds, your dad will be arrested and thrown into jail. "You're the only one who can save your dad now. Go with your dad to the evil boss' birthday party tomorrow. Then, when the evil boss is drunk, take off your clothes and sit on him. Make sure you leave some saliva on him as evidence."

She was now more able to control her blows' intensity and the dizziness from her head every time she enhanced her speed. She even tried to hypnotize a few small animals at the forest, like squirrels and snakes, and she turned out fine. She could now understand a bit more how her body and mind worked at the moment. But it was a lot harder when she was under stress and in a dangerous situation. One day, she arrived from her running and went to take a shower. When she got back to her room, she heard someone talking to Bryce on the hallway. "Your mother just arrived." It was Darius, she realized after paying attention to the voice.

Her body stiffened, and her eyes widened with shock. “Julie, what’s wrong?” Richard, the male nurse accompanying her, asked with concern. Julie didn’t respond. She ran closer, dropping to her knees beside Elizah’s body. With trembling hands, she removed the cloth covering the girl’s face. In an instant, Julie recoiled, her body trembling violently. “Elizah ....” she whispered in disbelief. “This can’t be.” When Julie tried to embrace her, Elizah screamed in terror. “Aaaah! Monster! Bastard!” she cried, shoving Julie away. Her body twisted wildly, her arms protecting herself as if fighting off a shadow only she could see.