Books By Monica Mccarty Novels & Stories

“This won't do. Decaf would have been nice.” “I can order that,” Claire said and I smiled. “Thanks Claire,” I said and walked out behind Vic. “You are having her get you coffee?” Vic asked. “You aren't scared she's going to poison it?” “Monica is dead, Vic,” I said. “Yeah, but that doesn't mean she couldn't be working for Howard Dewitt or Alberta,” Vic said. “I know that but the only reason Monica was able to blackmail her wasn't because she hadn't come out as a lesbian. Now that she has done that….”

Garrett catches my attention with his words but I do not even bother to look at him. “I just need to walk right through it, right? Do you think it would work?” I was extremely nervous about what I am about to do, and my body cannot contain it. “If Monica can do it, then why can’t you?” I nod because the words of encouragement were definitely what I needed now. Accurately given out and making me confident to do what needs to be done. “What am I looking for again?” I ask as I prepare myself. “Any book that has the label: The sixteenth,”

Mónica, unprepared, was quick to react, struggling and unable to get her gun out. Edrien walks over and grabs his gun, points it at him and immediately stops struggling. That was his end. The end of everything. “Monica Collins is arrested for the murder of Aly McCarthy and trafficking in illicit substances,” the handcuffs are heard closing, “Everything she says will be used against her.”

She was nervous and angry. When she finally gathered her thoughts, she realized that the man was only a thief. Monica felt lost as she walked out of the neighborhood. Not only she did not manage to look for Darryl, but her clutch was stolen too. She had no money with her. "Luckily, I did not lose these two books," Monica mumbled to herself as she took the two books from her coat. They were two volumes of the Supreme Mystery Scriptures! Before Monica left Elysian Island, she had secretly taken the books from the Cult Master's room.

But as I made my way upstairs, I knew that the peace was about to be disrupted. I found Monica sitting on the bed, reading a book with a title that made me raise an eyebrow – “How to Get Away with Murder: Evil Masterminds Who Evaded Capture”. She didn’t even look up as I entered the room, and I could sense her tension from across the space. I sat down next to her, putting my arm around her shoulders, and asked if she was okay. “Why wouldn’t I be?” she responded, her voice laced with annoyance. I knew I had to tread carefully.

“I feel so utterly defeated. Like every step forward drags me back into the past.” Monica pulled me into a gentle embrace, her warmth enveloping me like a shield. “Shh, let it out. You’re not alone in this. I’ve watched you grow from that scared girl Camilla sold off to this fierce woman you are today. This evidence? It’s a weapon, not a wound. I will help you expose her schemes together." Her words were comforting, wise, but as I pulled back, a question burned in my mind—one that had nagged at me since Monica first appeared in my life, with her vintage gowns, her connections, her uncanny knowledge.

I dragged one of the chair out and i sat down , I didn’t have much luggages , Just a travel bag, my self care kit, My favourite fictional and Medicine books and some stuffs , Monica said I wasn’t allowed to bring so much and that included my phone . “ When is she coming ” I looked around and I found a clock , it was going to get dark anytime soon . it was dark in here so I couldn’t read , I just sat there , confused . “ This is what happens when you try to reconnect with a woman who abandoned you since she birth , how am I sure she hasn’t abandoned me here too ?” Staying inside wasn’t going to help , so I took my book outside , there was a log of wood outside, It was perfect , there was some

She clenched her jaw and looked back up at Monica. "What are you talking about?!" Sia calmly replied, even though she was burning inside. Everyone was giving her a bitchy face, but she was unphased by all of it. Monica huffed and pushed her shoulder to which the books fell down from her hands. "I saw you working in the cafe! You have been acting all rich in front of us, while you are nothing but a poor lowlife!" Monica hissed giving another push to her shoulder. Sia stumbled back a little and looked down at the fallen books.

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re a woman, Monica! I’ll fucking murder you!” Monica crowed with laughter. “He’s like a little trapped bug in a cage! Does the little bug want out?” A cruel and cold look came over her face as she looked down her nose at me. “I suppose I should tell you this, Karen. You’re not the only one with special magic. You have Death magic, but I have Shadow magic. You can kill people easily with the whisper of a couple words… I can make them wish they were going to die.” She explained apathetically. How does she know about that?! Only Nathan and Winholt knew about that. “Shadow magic!” I whispered for a barrier to shield me as I started to feel a bit uneasy about the semi-

Monica thought for a while and said, "I am going to take a bath and go to the bookstore." Misaki and Chihiro looked at Monica with weird expressions, wondering whether this boy was another Kawai Ritsu. "What are you doing to the bookstore, Monica-kun?" Misaki asked. "Well, I want to buy some books and I have promised Shiro-san to buy his book last night," Monica said. Misaki and Chihiro's expressions became weirder. "How can you be so close with that pervert?" Chihiro asked with a confused expression. "Even if he's a pervert, he's a famous author, after all, I want to know what kind of book that is written by him," Monica said.