Monster, Monster High

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ℂ𝕃𝔸𝕎𝔻 and Draculaura gazed at each other, their eyes locked in a moment of pure connection. Slowly, hearts began to flutter from the box, floating delicately through the air before heading straight towards Clawd. The hearts seemed to break the hold that had once controlled him, and as they touched him, the spell shattered, freeing him completely.

Clawd landed gracefully on his feet, his expression softening into a warm smile as he looked up at Draculaura. Without a word, she ran to him, her arms wrapping around him in a loving embrace.

He returned the hug, his smile deepening as he held her close, his heart swelling with affection. The world around them seemed to vanish, leaving just the two of them in the warmth of their love.

"Even on Valentine's Day."

Valentine stood there, stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What just happened here?" he demanded, his voice filled with shock. As if on cue, three fluffy clouds appeared overhead, and they began to sing in unison, their voices mocking and cheerful:
"You, you, you got dumped!"

Valentine's face turned a deep shade of red, his anger flaring. He growled and swung at the clouds, swatting them away. "Shut it, you bunch of cumulo-nincompoops! I'm Valentine, dig? I can get any ghoul I want!" he shouted, trying to regain his dignity.

Draculaura stepped forward, her heels clicking as she approached him with a fiery expression. With a fierce stomp, she slammed her heel down and glared at him. "You know what, Valentine," she spat, her voice seething with anger, "it's time that everyone knew how much your love stinks!"

As she advanced on him, the air between them crackled with tension, and Valentine stumbled back, almost falling into the vile stink pit. He caught himself just in time, smirking smugly at her, but his smile was quickly replaced by confusion as a loud scream filled the air.

Out of nowhere, Toralei came tumbling down, losing her grip as she fell. She collided with Valentine, knocking him off balance, and the two of them plummeted into the pit together. The disgusting green muck splashed as they sank, their faces contorted in horror.

When they resurfaced, both were drenched and covered in the foul substance. Toralei tried to clean herself by licking her hand but immediately gagged. The taste was unbearable, and she coughed in disgust. Her two friends, utterly repulsed, turned their backs and walked away, leaving her to wallow in her misfortune.

"Where are you going?" Toralei called out to them, but they didn't even glance back.

Meanwhile, Valentine sat in the muck, looking down at his hands with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "My powers... they're gone," he murmured to himself, his voice quiet and defeated. His eyes darted around, but the once-adoring crowds were now running away from him, the fear and awe he once commanded completely gone.

Just then, the three clouds reappeared, floating above him once again. They began to sing, their voices sweet and taunting:

"You, you stink!"

Valentine's face crumpled in embarrassment. With a pitiful whimper, he slumped forward and called out in defeat, his voice cracking like a child's, "Mom!"

"Valentine was a very powerful monster. But it was all superficial. There was nothing on the inside. And once the outside was gone so was his power."

Valentine and Toralei were unceremoniously tossed out of the party, landing in a heap just as the heavy doors slammed shut behind them. The muffled sound of music and laughter from inside was the final insult, leaving them in the cold as the celebration carried on without them.

Inside, the mood was entirely different. Under the soft glow of the party lights, Draculaura and Clawd stood close, their hands entwined as they gazed into each other's eyes.

"Oh... can you ever forgive me?" Draculaura asked, her voice tinged with remorse.

Clawd smiled warmly, his golden eyes filled with nothing but love. "There's nothing to forgive," he assured her gently.

The two shared a tender look before Draculaura lifted onto her toes, pressing a soft, heartfelt kiss to Clawd's lips. The moment felt perfect, like time had stopped just for them.

As they pulled apart, Draculaura's expression turned thoughtful. "You are the most amazing guy I've ever known. I wish there was something I could-Oh!" Her pink eyes sparkled as they landed on something inside the box Clawd had given her.

She reached in and pulled out a simple wooden stick. Clawd's ears perked up, his werewolf instincts kicking in as his tail gave a small wag. He was already shifting his weight, prepared to chase after it like an eager pup.

Draculaura grinned before playfully tossing the stick across the room. "Fetch!"

Without hesitation, Clawd took off, bounding after it with excitement. Draculaura giggled as she watched him, her heart feeling lighter than ever. Just then, Zeraphine, Cleon, and Clawdeen approached, their faces beaming with happiness. "We hope you like the party," Clawdeen said, crossing her arms with a knowing smirk.

Cleon nodded, adding, "We know it's not exactly what you wanted."

Draculaura turned to them, her smile growing even wider. "Are you kidding? This party is off the fang! It's perfect! Thank you so much!"

Overcome with gratitude, she pulled all three of them into a warm group hug.

Clawdeen chuckled, then stepped back slightly. "And one final present..."

Zeraphine took over, her voice light with excitement. "We talked to Mr. Hack, explained everything. He's going to let you take the driver's test again." Draculaura gasped, her gaze snapping to the side where her sleek, black-and-pink car was parked, waiting just for her.

"Oh, my ghoul! I'm gonna get to drive my car!" she squealed, practically bouncing with joy.

At that moment, Clawd reappeared behind her, holding something in his hands. "Here you go," he said with a fond smile, offering her the driving study guidebook she had left behind. "I thought you might want it back." Draculaura turned, her heart swelling with affection. She threw her arms around Clawd, holding him tight.

"So romantic," she sighed dreamily, nuzzling against him as they embraced, surrounded by friends, love, and the perfect night.

"Truth is in love and in life you never know what to expect."

Cleon watched with a smile as Draculaura and Clawd embraced, but before he could say a word, he felt a gentle tug on his hand. His gaze shifted, only to be met with the warm, knowing smile of Zeraphine.

"I wanted to give you something," she said softly, her voice carrying a tenderness that made his heart beat just a little faster. "It may not be higher than a pyramid, but..."

She placed a small, delicate box in his palm. With careful fingers, Cleon opened it, his eyes widening as he took in the treasure inside-an Egyptian ring, engraved with both of their names. A symbol of their love, their journey, their unbreakable bond.

Cleon's lips curled into a radiant smile as he slid the ring onto his finger, feeling its weight, the warmth of her thoughtfulness. But before he could voice his gratitude, Zeraphine spoke again.

"And I know you've always wanted to see my eyes without turning into stone." She let out a small, nervous chuckle as she reached into her pocket, pulling out a pair of sunglasses with golden-yellow lenses. "I'm sorry it took so long, but only now did they get these in stock."
Cleon's breath hitched as realization washed over him. His blue eyes widened, his entire world narrowing to the girl before him, the girl he had loved for so long but had never truly seen.

Zeraphine inhaled deeply, steadying herself. Then, with deliberate grace, she removed her usual dark glasses, slipping on the golden ones instead.
And at that moment, Cleon saw her eyes.

Even with the golden tint, their shape was clear-elegant, mesmerizing, filled with the depths of a thousand stories. He had always imagined what they might look like, but nothing, nothing, could compare to the reality before him.
Awe-struck, Cleon lifted his hands, cupping her face with infinite gentleness. He traced his thumbs over her cheeks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Beautiful."

Zeraphine's breath hitched, her heart pounding against her ribs. And before another word could be spoken, Cleon closed the small space between them, pressing his lips against hers.

The world around them melted away. The music played on, monsters danced in the background, laughter and joy filled the air-but for Cleon and Zeraphine, there was only this moment. Only them.

The kiss was tender, slow, filled with every unspoken promise, every dream shared beneath moonlit nights, every quiet moment of understanding they had built together.

As they finally pulled apart, Cleon rested his forehead against hers, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. "Thank you, my cobra," he murmured, his voice laced with love.

Zeraphine smiled, her fingers tracing the engraving on his ring. "Anything for you, my desert flower."

And with that, they swayed together, lost in each other, as the night continued to dance around them.

"How much did these cost?"

"You don't want to know."

"May cause some arguments, isn't that what makes it freaky and fabulous?"

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THE END

By: SilverMist707