Chandler And Monica Novels & Stories

The last few days without him had felt longer than they should have. I reached his bedroom door and hesitated for a second before pushing it open. What I saw made my entire world stop. Chandler was lying on the bed. And on top of him… was Dahlia. His ex-wife. Her hair was messy, her blouse unbuttoned, and she was straddling him, her hands on his chest. Chandler’s eyes were closed, his head tilted back against the pillows. For one horrifying second, it looked like they were in the middle of something intimate.

Joey retorted playfully. Zachary looked at Monica. "Grandma, who else does she like?" "How would I know? She's just being stubborn." Monica chuckled. Joey sighed deeply and said, "I need to work. What are you two planning to do?" "You're always buried in work. Be careful that someone might steal Zachary away," Monica mumbled. "That won't happen. My eyes and heart are only for my ex-wife," Zachary replied earnestly. As they were bantering, Joey's phone suddenly rang.

The kids refused the pressure of being best friends and just remained family because they truly were. Chandler had gotten married four years ago to Leah, an artist who loved to play the piano. She played hard to get and Chandler loved to chase until he wasn't just in her bed but on one knee sweaty proposing to her. Their marriage was like a Finstone and elite's wedding, loud and beautiful except they traveled to another country near the beach and had a beautiful ceremony. “TERRA! YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL! O MY GOODNESS!” Bianca stepped into the room in the yacht where grown folks were, and everyone instantly stood up to embrace her.

Monica couldn't help glancing toward the group from Haylight Base, something soft passing through her eyes as she watched them. Just then, a drink was set in front of her. Without even looking, she picked it up and took a sip. Before she could swallow, something solid touched her lips, and she instinctively pulled back and spat it into her hand. A diamond ring. "Monica," the man across from her said, "when this is over, let's have our wedding." Danny looked at her with quiet warmth. It had been nearly two years since Monica brought everyone from Evergreen Base into Haylight League. While their lives had gradually stabilized, they had never found the time to get married.

Monica needed his approval before she could take out any money since he invested more. Ben was sitting in his executive swivel chair, the same as Monica's. He looked elegant and attractive. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw Monica. "You couldn't wait for lunch?" His deep velvety voice sounded in her ears. "It's not about lunch," Monica stated solemnly. Over the years, they have gotten close due to running the company together. They have been friends and business partners. Ben has sorted the chance to propose marriage to Monica but the latter never stopped mentioning Sly and how much she loved him. It ached Ben's heart but he waited patiently, knowing that Sly had moved on.

We ceased to be friends the day we crossed the line. "Well, we’ll discuss it later, but for now, you remain Mrs. Monroe." She chuckled. "Well, it appears that you are having an affair with my husband, Missy." We both burst out laughing. "For the time being, I’m going to take a shower," Candice remarked. Now, it’s just Dante and me. He sat opposite me on one of the chairs. "Are you feeling well, Mrs. Monroe?" "There’s no doubt about it. Are you well? How was your day at work?"

my mother says interrupting my sister, before walking up to me. "You look very handsome, son. She’ll be a fool if she tries to ignore you tonight.” Brianna and I had become best friends. When we were fourteen, I kissed her for the first time. When we were fifteen, I touched her for the first time. When we were sixteen, I tasted her for the first time and when we turned seventeen, she gave herself to me completely. Then, about a month before my birthday, she broke up with me. She was terrified that I wasn’t her mate and that she’d have to watch the man she loves falling in love with someone else. It hurt, a lot. And after my birthday when I didn’t find my mate, I tried to convince her to be w

Since the three days were up, I did not even have the strength to tear apart her lies anymore. My finger hovered over her number in my contacts. Six years of messages and memories flashed through my mind like a film reel. Her drenched confession in the storm, the nights in a tiny rental room, sharing a single bowl of instant noodles while building a company from scratch, the way she leaped into my arms when we signed our very first contract... The last of which was Gurney in my pajamas with his arm draped casually around her. I had been trapped in the cage named Monica for six long years, but in that moment, I felt the shackles fall away.

Ayesha is not a liar. "Fvck Ayesha. Fvck,” I muttered a curse and processed everything all together. That's why I woke up next to him. "ANDREI Villa Cruz, your fiancé Ms. Monasterio." My jaw dropped as I stared at him. He's my freaking fiancé? "C-cassandra M-monasterio," I barely manage to say then handed my hand. I don't know if I was just imagining it or I really saw him smile. I felt like this is the most embarrassing event of my entire life.

Chandler and Adam looked at each other. Chandler raised his pinky finger, and later on, Adam sealed it with his. Years passed by. During those long years, Adam and Chandler did not fall in love with the same girl. It's more like, they never fell in love again to anyone. Not until...she came back. Her arrival proved that some promises are meant to be broken.