Victor Monster High Romane & Geschichten

Victor's dark pools bored into mine as his guttural order sliced through me to enforce his command, "Shift." And just like that, my knees buckled and I doubled over. Victor was there to catch me, laying my writhing body gently on the cool floor. I was in agony as every bone in my body broke to follow Victor's command. His hand cupped around my mouth to silence the blood-curdling screams that erupted from the chasm of my aching soul. I bit into his palm until the metallic taste of his blood lathered over my taste buds. "It's okay, it's okay," Victor cooed reassuringly as he carded his thick fingers through my hair, "it will all be over soon, I promise."

"He's a troubled man-unpredictable, they say. Every day I beg the Goddess why she mated me to him. What did I do to deserve this? She never answers, and despite what he promises, he never stops. And I put up with it for a long time because I love him, but with the pregnancy, I can't risk it. So I've been thinking, and I think I have a solution." "What is it?" She glances down. "I heard about that woman who killed her mate here." Bile rises in my stomach and I'm sure that I'm going to be sick. "Aurora-" Her eyes gloss over and redden, but she doesn't let the tears slip away from her. "I know it's sick. I-I keep hearing him say these things; how we act like humans trapped in monster bodies, wh

I got puzzled. In no seconds, the invisible creature dropped the phone down and grabbed my hair so hard that I felt fire burning inside my head. He pushed me backwards and pinned me to the wall pressing my neck so hard that I lost my breath. My eyes widened as I tasted death. "What are you doing? Don't you know she is the only who will help us out of this situation. Don't kill her please." Anu's mother screamed after appearing in the room and the invisible creature let go of my neck and I fell on my knees feeling suffocated and exhausted as I coughed trying to catch my breath back.

My mom adores her, and she adores Mom. Every time her eyes meet mine, a blush creeps into her cheeks, and it takes all I have not to smile. I have a feeling that when I rescued her from idiot Cielo's swimming lessons, she might have gotten a little crush. "Hey there, V. Something is different about you," I start. I know what it is, but I get the feeling she doesn't get a whole lot of attention because boys her age are idiots, so I draw it out and watch her face light up when she smiles. She pushes her thick and often unruly curls behind her ears. She actually has no idea how pretty she is.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

“This one used to be a pianist. Played with his whole heart. Now? He just kills.” The creature lunged. Noa shoved Rook out of the way and took the hit head-on. They crashed to the floor. The thing snarled, clawed fingers ripping across Noa’s chest. Noa twisted, shoved his elbow into its throat, but it didn’t stop. Didn’t even blink. Rook screamed. Noa kicked hard and rolled free just as the monster slammed its fist down where his head had been. The floor cracked. “Fuck fuck” Noa scrambled to his feet. “Rook, run!”

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

“She’s something else, huh? Pretty. Soft in the right places. You’ve got good taste.” A sick wave hit Carlo in the gut. Kristen. “If you even think about going near her, I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” he roared, loud enough to rattle the hallway. Marcus laughed. Long and cruel. “There he is,” he said. “The old fire. I missed that. But you’re still slow, Carlo. She’s already on my radar. And now, so is her blood.” Carlo's breathing turned ragged. “If you hurt her—”