Avery Monroe の小説・ストーリー

"I'm sorry, but for some reason, I can't stop what I do." The lady turned and faced him fiercely. "What you do? Killing innocent people is what you do? Is this really how you think?" She hurriedly picked up her purse, ready to walk out on him when he gripped her hand. "Let go of me, you monster!" She yelled with tears at the edges of her eyes. Xavier watched the movie with keen interest, it was as if he was viewing himself as the man. He briefly turned to Bethany to see a disgusted look on her face. She shook her head and kept watching while Xavier retraced his gaze to the screen.

"Grant Lawson is her servant. Is it a crime for a subordinate to reserve a seat for his Alpha? My lady only spared your life when you tried to trespass here last week because she didn't want to stain Grant’s reputation. Who do you think you are, playing the victim?" Madison was stunned for a heartbeat before she let out a shrill, mocking laugh. "The Nixon family? You expect me to believe this is Avery Monroe? That’s pathetic! I knew Avery Monroe back in the Ridge. She was a 'Dormant Wolf'—a mute who couldn't even growl. She was exiled and broken. I heard she was left for dead in the neutral zones. How could a crippled omega run

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

"Lord! Save me! I can't have sex with Jayden! I prayed. My heart raced so fast. I was really scared. Was I really going to have sex with Jayden? That will be betraying Donald and Cynthia's trust. I can't succumb to Jayden no matter how much he tried. I gathered my strength and pushed Jayden away. Jayden fell back, bumping into the wall, dazed... Jayden collapsed to the floor. "Jayden!!! I screamed and rushed over to him I knelt before him, shaking in fear as panic has gripped every inch of my body. "Is...is...he...dead? Jay... Jayden..." I called out to him softly, shaking his unconscious body, hoping he wakes up immediately. "What have I done, Mona?

He thought he heard her wrong. “What name did you say, Amarah?!” Gavin asked intently, stepping into her line of sight. Amarah looked at her father, her lips trembling at his harsh tone. “Monroe.” She stated lightly. She looked up at Clayton. “Remember that elderly man I told you about who is cranky? The one you saw me talking to a few days ago. Monroe Williams. He’s also like you. He transformed into one as well and fought the three wolves.” “What does he look like, Mari?!” Her father demanded intently.

Avery’s jaw tics and he takes the back of the gun and hits Enzo in the face with it blood pours from cheek but Enzo doesn’t say anything. “Avery..” Sierra croaks. “I said get the fuck out of here Sierra,” His eyes never leaves Enzo’s. What the hell did Enzo do that was bad? He's on his knees with a gun pointing to his forehead. Eight years and Avery’s turned into a monster. My monster. Wait….what? Stop it! Don’t fucking go there Whitney, he abandoned you never looking back leaving you to endure Dwayne’s wrath alone. Sierra and Aurora make a run for the stairs dragging me with them.

He seems to like what he sees because he smiles as his fingers explore my jawline to rest at my chin. He lifts the edge of my face as he examines me further. "When you are aware of your power," he sighs, "It's like a drug for men like me, Ms. Monroe. An addictive and powerful drug." "When I noticed McKaine's interest in you, I sent someone to find out why. My associate filmed your black swan act and I understood. When you are in your element and embrace your full power, you transform into a goddess amongst women. That's what I want, Ms Monroe. I don't want to see you sweating beneath me, I want to see you sweating on stage, my own personal goddess."

Each one came back with the same conclusion. But Monochrome continued to release designs on schedule every time. But the woman behind it? She vanished completely from any public eye and became untouchable. Richard called me to his office that afternoon, the new Sterling empire in California. He was standing by the window when I walked in, and didn't turn around immediately. “Have your seat.” He ordered. “You’ve given this enough attention.” “To what?” “Monochrome, Arielle Montreaux.” He turned slowly. “And Avery Monroe."

I glanced at Troy and my parents, who were not paying attention to either me or Tempest, and I followed her out of the fray. "I wanted to introduce myself formally to you in particular," she said, her voice shockingly deep compared to her appearance. She was a beautiful, but dainty, woman who was likely a few years older than Gemma, but she had a deep, whisky voice. "I am called Tempest in the church, but my given name is Monica." "Uhm, I'm Maeve," I nodded in greeting, lacking the business-like social graces my mother exuded. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to greet her, having grown up outside of the Church of the Moon Goddess and their practices.