Worry Monster Book Novels & Stories

the lamp in my hand didn't go off as I expected, only my two white and black pups flew out of my jacket and landed in front of me. I stretch my hands to them, the ground very close to them open. the black pup was already slipping into the empty pit of darkness. I held onto one of its paws, and I felt some movement of claws gripping my legs, I could not look back at the one clawing at my feet but I knew it was the three-eye monster. with the white pup beside me, the black pup was struggling to hold on to me, the monster growled louder and clasp my feet pulling me away from the pit, I did not want to let go of the black pup but he gradually become too heavy for my little tender hands, "I won't

THBM EP 157 ~DOMINIC~ I had never been addicted to anything or anyone, so I never knew and expected how notoriously and nefariously painful withdrawal felt. How fucking restless I'd become if I lost a pet, how empty the house would feel, how cold it'd been all along before my little pet came along, how much I had slept and hoped to wake up the next day just to see that pretty little face that housed a small mouth that felt so fucking good around my cock. How much I would skitter down the road of destruction if the day ever came when I'd have to lose my pet, how berserk I'd go.

The way I usually do things. It was unconscious and uncontrollable. She was appetizing, which made my plan difficult. I didn’t think I was going to want her this much. I didn’t think I was going to feel a different emotion other than hate for the enemy. And want was the most dangerous thing a monster like me could feel for a her kind. —-Lydia’s POV—— He shouldn't be in my head. But he is. Like smoke clinging to the lungs, like old blood under fingernails, no matter how many times I try to wash my thoughts clean, he’s still there.

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

It was pure chaos around me, and they were all looking at me like I was a monster. Maybe they were right; I was a monster. I stumbled backward, once, then twice. I wanted to apologize, but the words wouldn’t make it past my throat. Spinning on my heels, I ran out of the library. I was a monster—dangerous. My wolf was dangerous, and today she just proved how bad it was. I attacked an entire room. What would I have done if my wolf hadn’t fully taken control? How long was this going to go on? How long was I going to live in fear of what she might do when she was upset?

That seems just fine on the surface… but it makes me anxious because I have to wonder… what if everything doesn’t measure correctly? What if there is something wrong with my baby? “It’ll be fine,” Shelby reassures me as we walk down the hallway together. “Stop worrying so much.” “I’m sorry,” I say. “I just can’t help it.” I’ve been reading a book that I found in the library called, ‘When You’re Expecting, You Don’t Know What to Expect,’ and it has me all kinds of confused and full of doubts. What if my baby has three heads, and instead of shifting into a wolf, it shifts into a hamster? Or a chihuahua? Or a spider monkey??

The little girl gasped and tried to speak while crying and said, "They want to take me to the monster." sera muttered to herself: Her family must have been intimidating her into listening to what they were saying. Moms and dads are really weird. sera gave her a beautiful smile and said, "Don't worry, there's no such thing as a monster at all, little girl. Your dad and your mom were just joking around with you no more, so stop crying and don't worry, I'm safe here." The child looked at her as she was trying to wipe her tears and said childishly: You don't know the monster. He is here and every year he takes a child to eat and there is a woman who told me that he will take me this year to eat

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”

There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear. Someone reached out to touch me. It wasn't Kael. It was a softer, warmer touch, checking my eyelids, my pulse. "The Luna is in shock, her heart rate is dropping rapidly!" "We need to stabilize her spirit immediately." "Quick, get the moonstone elixir!" "No! Her wolf is going dormant!" What happened? Were they talking about me? Is my wolf, Selene, dying? I didn't know. I only felt my eyelids getting heavier, so incredibly sleepy.

Since he carried the virus in him, they were unsure about Jasper, but there was no guessing that Ben was a warlock and an enemy of the zombies. Although Ben was left in the dark, Jasper was able to understand the telepathic grumbling and suspicious complaining amongst them. They were not only unhappy about allowing a warlock to walk amongst them, but a zombie-vampire-werewolf tri-bred such as they’d never encountered before was downright unsettling.