Novelas y relatos de Adrian Monk Series

“That's a lot of money, sister. How did you find out about this?” “A hunch.” Monica said. “I had a feeling that something wasn't right with her. I was just looking out for my brother…” “Or I gave it to her.” Adrian casually said with a small shrug. Everyone stopped and looked at him, including me. Monica looked the most confused of us all. “Ex– excuse me?”

By 11:30 a.m., the penthouse held its breath. Adrian had turned the study into a quiet command post: two monitors mirrored his laptop; a legal pad sat open with a timeline he’d drawn so straight it looked printed; an inbox of color-coded alerts ticked forward like a metronome. On the credenza, a single mug of coffee cooled, untouched. He’d been too busy to drink anxiety into compliance.

“You write too?” “Sometimes.” Monica shrugged. “Mostly romance. Hot sweet romance...” Even now, somehow, she looked completely relaxed. Meanwhile the rest of the group stared at Adrian like he had officially lost his mind. Julian looked entertained. “So according to mysterious hot guy over here, we’re trapped in magical murder time loops?” “Basically,” Monica replied. “I never said magical.” “That honestly makes it worse.” Liam frowned deeply. “How would you even know any of this?” Before Adrian could answer, Winona stepped in quickly.

Just people late for trains, spilling coffee, waving down cabs. I’d just turned the corner near a newsstand when the air shifted. A presence. Not the heavy gravity of Victor, not Marco’s sly warmth—something colder, clinical, but just as deliberate. “Ms. Monroe.” The name froze me in place. My legal name. My reporter name. Nobody here used it. I turned slowly. And there he was. Adrian. He didn’t look like a man who should terrify me. Tailored coat, crisp tie, face that would blend in at any high-end cocktail hour. But his eyes—his eyes gave him away. The kind that missed nothing and forgave even less.

On a cream-coloured couch, there sat a calm yet beautiful girl, she just stared at the mess her twin had created as if it was nothing, no one could blame her for her indifference, she had selective mutism, she never talked, not even when she was alone with her family, no one knew if it was her selective mutism or she purposely chose to be quiet for the reason best known to her but everyone knew her as the pretty dumb girl, a total difference from her lively and jovial twin. She stared at her twin sister who was crying and throwing tantrums while her parents tried to cajole her but she was strong-headed and kept her mind on the same thing her parent was against and that was to get married to

The interior of the house was just as impressive as the exterior, with high ceilings and an open floor plan that maximized the natural light and breathtaking views. My brother has always had great taste when it comes to... well, basically, everything. I thought to myself while I was walking into the house. The elevator opened and a tall, dark man in a white coat walked out. "Miss Lewyn, it's an honor to meet you." He bowed slightly at me and said in a low voice. I looked at Troy with confusion. He introduced this man to me promptly, "This is Dr. Monk. He's the Chief Doctor at the Royal Medical Academy. He used to work with Leo in the same lab. He's Finn's psychiatrist now."

At the table opposite ours was Parkinson, talking to some people and drinking, of course, that's all he knows how to do. "I want to say that I am very happy to see my friend getting married, we always thought this would be impossible, because how could a woman as sweet as you, Louise, put up with this guy? But anyway... there's a taste for everything. Seriously, I can't tell you how grateful I am for everything you've given me, it's wonderful to work with you, and I have a great boss, now I'm also Mrs. Monroeli's boss. A toast to the most newlywed, the craziest guy I have ever met, and that's it". (Rerisson)

Adrian opened the door before I could knock, as if he'd been waiting just on the other side. He was in a white shirt. The sleeves were rolled to his elbows in a way that suggested he'd been working, or trying to. He looked like someone who had also not slept...Dark circles shadowed his eyes. "Come in," he welcomed. I came in. "Tell me about Monaco," I said. "And before you lie to me, you should know that I have spent the last six hours thinking about all the things I let go unquestioned because I trusted you. I'm done letting things go."

When I turned back, Adrian was already seated, watching me. “You don’t have to wait,” I murmured. “This could take a while.” He didn’t even hesitate. “I don’t mind.” I swallowed, my throat tight. I wasn’t sure what I expected him to say, but that simple response made something in me settle. I nodded, then followed the receptionist down the hall. * Dr. Monroe’s office was softly lit, with warm brown furniture and a bookshelf filled with more than just psychology texts. There were paintings, small trinkets, things that made the room feel lived in rather than clinical.

If Mona had known that Mark’s uncle was a judge and that his entire family consisted of powerful dignitaries, she might have fainted on the spot. Adriana smirked. “Do you want to be Lawyer Mark’s disciple? I can introduce you.” “No, no, no!” Mona waved her hands frantically, rejecting the idea without hesitation. “A male god is fine for admiration, but when it comes to learning, I still prefer my master!” Adriana hadn’t agreed to the title yet, but Mona had already made calling her “Master” a habit. Aidan, rolling his eyes at their conversation, scoffed. “Go on, get out of here. Instead of boasting about your opponent, why don’t you focus on winning? Do you think losing wasn’t embarrassing e