"You shall be the king of the city of monsters"Austin said his dialogue and fell down.
" There you are. Now I would like all of you to call off for the day" Hazel said and she went out of the hall with all others or say all other monsters.I stayed there to look out for all the arrangements that are pending.
Suddenly the lights went out.
I was searching for flashlights when suddenly I felt those big arms grasping my waist tightly.
I could feel that hot breath on the backside of my neck, when suddenly I heard a familiar voice
" Baby doll, I warn you I can be a very dangerous monster, ggrrhh....."Wait, I know that voice
Aahha...
Mr.Eligible..I pushed him away so that he lands on the table behind with a great voice.
"How dare you touch me!
No one is allowed to touch me and no monsters especially" I exclaimed .
He was angry and I could see that.He pushed me towards the wall and held my wrist so that I couldn't move
" You are doing a big mistake miss.... umm......""Rose Wade"
"Yeah, whatever.....
You are going to pay for this.... I promise you..""Oh..! I am scared
Please don't kill me" I said sarcastically and laughed.He gripped my hand even tighter and banged his other hand with great thud.
Honestly ,I was nervous but still excited I pushed him slightly and he let me go.
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We usually do not have holidays on saturdays but today is some local festival on account of which we had holiday.
I was out with Hazel for shopping unaware of what is going to happen next.
I always believed that whenever my little finger itches, its a bad omenAnd, today was one of those day when my pinky finger is itching badly.........
A/N : Sorry for short chapters...😔😔
Lots of love..
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