The Monstrous Novels & Stories

"Nah. I like it. You've forgotten already how I would come home and narrate my sexcapades with my boyfriend to you and how I would describe his cock. Ugh.! He's a hot one Hella black dude. Ugh!!! He's a demon in bed. My VJ is always on fire after a nice great fuck. I wish he tore that tight VJ apart" "You're rotten " "I know. Yeah. You said you're packing why? "Uhmmm...yes, I'm packing and that's because..." Monalisa's attention was drawn to Cynthia when she had bumped into the table. "One sec Tricia. You're still here? Monalisa asked the disguised Cynthia. "Uh...yes...uhm...yes. Wel....I....I...was about to uhmm....take the uhm....dirty duvet and bed spread to the laundry....yes"

And then, the monsters breached the mist. They were horrifying. They were massive, grey-skinned abominations, their muscles bulging with sickening, unnatural proportions. Their chaotic, glowing purple eyes burned with mindless, explosive rage. To Mwajuma, they were the ultimate manifestation of the toxic, violent male spirit—beasts that existed only to destroy the beauty of the world.

Only to pause at the flavour he had tasted after he licked that spoiled young master blood that was so squished already now and was now lying at his feet with its eyes close and was close on having to enter the door of his death. The monster was slightly confuse and not so sure, so he attentively pick the spoiled young master already dead body, he slightly sniff with that big nose like the shape of an elephant horn the under the eyes of the puzzled and horrified eyes of the crowd who was looking at the ruckus this unwelcomed monster had caused, he took a bite to this young master flesh, earning quite a lot of screams and shriek once again. But the monster paid no heed to this scream, but his

I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor. Then, a sliver of light cut through the darkness. Moving toward it, I saw that it was Rosa. Her once-proud face was now covered with deep, crisscrossing scars. Coupled with the cold gleam in her eyes, her whole presence exuded unsettling eeriness. From the dim cellar, she looked even more terrifying. "Hazel, were you reborn too?" I froze. "What?" "Why did Dexter get into Grandcrest College this time? Why did Theo blow through all his money? Even you got into college! Why are you still living better than me?"

Jasmine "We all are monsters," Rei replied. "It’s how we live another day and how we can live with ourselves when we finally sleep. You’re not unaccustomed to monsters. You’ve lived with one for most of your life.” Reinaldo laid his arm on the top of the booth behind me. “I’ve been thinking about last night.” Warmth filled my cheeks as I released the stem of my glass. “Me too.” “Now that we’ve been formally introduced, I’d like to get to know you better.”

He had been an unwanted illegitimate son and to force him into their world, they made him watch his own mother die. "He stayed in that house with her corpse for three whole days and nights." Nathaniel stared at me, his voice sharp, almost vengeful. "When they finally pulled him out, he didn’t say a single word. He was just... a hollow puppet." Liam suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder. I ignored him, my eyes fixed on Liam in the video. When was this taken? It had to be overseas because most of the people in the background were foreigners. How had he felt, undergoing treatment in a place so unfamiliar while being all alone with no one by his side?

"But there's something more. I can sense it—there's more to these beasts than we've encountered before. They're… adapting." Krishna's brow creased. "Vosvak is responsible. The monsters—their power—it's all him. And he's controlling them somehow." Before Ignatius could answer, a horrific roar tore through the night, one loud enough to shake the very walls of the fortress. The lead of the plague-bearers burst forward—a giant, monstrous thing with four deformed limbs and a maw that stretched what seemed like impossible distances, bubbling with diseased bile. More of the same behind it, an increasingly large wave of horrors.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

I gradually began to feel an itch in my soul. Following the sensation back home, I realized that the power had been cut because the bill was overdue. Everything inside the walk-in freezer began to thaw. Drawn by the sickly sweet scent, rats and cockroaches poured in through tiny holes in the walls. The cloyingly sweet cake was already devoured, but even more cockroaches and rats were gathering inside. I never knew that dead people could look so horrendous. Actually, I had been hiding a secret from Mom. Dad had met with me in private many times.

They'd broken my legs to leave me crippled, and I ended up dying on the operating table. Natalie even brought Harvey back to the house earlier this time around. Could it be that one of them had also been reborn? I took a step back in disbelief. How could this be happening? A middle-aged woman came clawing at me like a maniac, and all the women were hurling the worst insults at me. "You monster! Why did you ruin my daughter's life? I'm going to make you pay for what you did to her!" "My daughter jumped off a building to take her own life because of you! She'd only just graduated from college. She had her whole life ahead of her! You're not even fit to be called a human!"