Chandler And Monica Novels & Stories

'You barely know me, Chandler' 'True, but I stand by my words. I have missed you. Weird, isn't it?' 'Kinda' 'Well, weird can be good sometimes. Could be fun too if you let it. Goodnight, Elena. I'll see you tomorrow morning,' 'Goodnight, Chandler'

Monica apologized without turning to face the other person while managing not to fall to the ground. “Sister... "What exactly are you doing here?" Diana chuckled happily, reaching out her hand to assist Monica even though she saw Monica was fine. "It seems like we have suddenly started seeing each other a lot!" Monica responded by brushing her hair back from her shoulders. “Whatever it is, I am delighted to see you frequently." Despite Monica's irony, Diana stated without letting her smile fade away from her lips, "Do you work as a model for this company?" "I believe so," Monica replied impatiently, wondering what sort of luck she had brought to this city because not only had her troubles wo

I can’t believe I was cracking my head trying to find ways for her to stay. “It’s Mr Cole from Cole Enterprise, we are doing their audits and hoping to get a contract for all their branches.” Okay, so it’s work related but why did he send red roses? They are so intimate! “Did something happen between the two of you?” she raised and eyebrow looking at me as if she was mocking me. “Not that it’s any of your business but no.” that just got me pissed off. “That is my name you have, and you are my Luna so yes, it is my business.” She shook her head and closed the gap between us, and my cock stiffened with my mind going back to our passionate night.

Monica said with a shrug, like she was saying hello to an old classmate she barely remembered. Cherry crossed her arms, eyes scanning her from head to toe, not judgmental, but sharp. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” “I live here.” Monica replied spooning cereal into her mouth. I tried to cut through the tension. “Monica’s back. She’s out of rehab. Clean.” Cherry nodded slowly, her face unreadable. “That’s… good news.” Monica rolled her eyes slightly. “Yeah, you sound thrilled.” Cherry’s smile didn’t budge. “I’ve just learned not to celebrate too soon, sweetheart. Old habits die loud.”

***Olivia's POV*** The house felt hollow now that Hannah and Mika were gone. I found Chandler in the dining room who just finished cleaning up the table. He didn't look up to face me, but the air in the room instantly tightened. "We need to be clear about this," I said, staying near the entry way. "The girls are gone, the weekend is over, and whatever... impulse happened this past week is done." Chandler finally looked up, his gaze slow and unfazed. "I thought we were done with this?"

I was deep into Cycle 6 when the door opened and it wasn’t Hanna. Chandler stood in the doorway in his hoodie, backpack over one shoulder, looking at the room the way he looked at most things, like he’d already decided. His eyes found me. He didn’t wave or make a face or do anything that required a response. He just came in. Noelle looked up from her phone. Then at me. Then back at Chandler. She lifted her chin in that way she had, the one that covered everything, and he nodded back, and that was the whole transaction.

Gray leaned into the soft spot I had for him, and I soon became his revenge fling. I was lonely and available, he was too broken to put effort into getting someone else after Chase git Lily, so it was a ‘convenient circumstance’, for us both. First time the rug shifted under my feet was when they got together, at the mall exactly. Monica tried hard to not make me see them. At the time, she was the only one I told stuff. She knew just as much as I did. It's the only reason I still talk to her even after I caught her in bed with my dad after our school trip.

It was a happy day for the Santos family since they were moving into a new house in a small town called Santa Monica. Amelia their daughter who was deaf was signing to her mom how excited she was to see her new room, while their son Andres was quiet, he was sad about their move since he had to leave his friends behind. They reached their new house Mr. Santos turned his car engine off and went down from his car and gave his wife the keys to their new house and asked her if she could open their house.

It was very easy to tell that she was the one he missed the most. They say at the well dining table saturated with a lot of mouth- watering delicacies. Ivan tried as much as possible to speak to his grandfather but it seemed like Easton Landers kept avoiding him. Ivan could not take it anymore, he excused himself, saying he had to prepare some documents for the office. In Munich, Germany, Nelly was having a barbeque night with Amanda when Amon alighted from an Uber. He smiled widely at Nelly as he walked towards them.

Just as I am heading towards the conference room, followed by Talia, who is fretting about the design tweaks we did last night…sudden commotion grabs my attention. People are occupying the conference room as expected, but the secretary leading us seems uncomfortable about the loud voices coming from inside. A strange gut feeling makes me halt outside the glass door, and I peek inside. The representatives from CBA are seated around a long conference table, and they look agitated for some reason. My gaze shifts towards the back of a familiar woman. I frown, trying to hear what she is saying, but it all sounds like muffled shouting from outside. “ That’s Mona, right? ” Talia looks over my shoul