Friends Sick Monica Novels & Stories

“So if you’re going through anything, either at home, school, or anywhere. Just let us know. We’re your friends. So let us know if anything is bothering you so we can help.” Gaby's lips curled up into a smile, looking back and forth between the both of them. She sniffed in, fanning herself with the smile broadening on her face. “I knew it was going to work.” She said, shaking her head slowly.

Instead, his voice was laced with accusation as he demanded, "Samantha Linden, when did you learn to use divorce as a threat? Can't you show a little more consideration for a sick person like Vivian?" For the past three years, it had always been the same. Even though I clearly hadn't gone overboard, Zachary would always jump to conclusions and assume that I was deliberately making things difficult for Vivian. I let out a chilly laugh. "A sick person? Zachary, take a good, hard look at her. Does she look anything like a sick person? Someone with real depression hides themselves away so that they can be sad in secret. They don't make a huge show about it or constantly get between a married cou

Chapter 5: The Kiss That Ruined Everything The gym was loud and active. Music blasted through the big speakers as Zach’s team and friends were celebrating, he had just won his underground fight with a brutal knockout. Bottles of whiskey and beer flowed freely. Everyone was happy, laughing and cheering. Zach stood in the middle of it all in his usual element… shirtless, sweat dropping on his sculpted body, looking big and powerful under the bright lights as he accepted congratulations. Noah stood near the back of the crowd, nursing a drink while watching his best friend with a strange mix of pride and something deeper. A strange, heavy feeling that had been growing for weeks now

"I didn't mean to take away her gifts or make her feel like I don't want her to be happy. I just—I'm just so scared, Monica. I'm scared I might lose her too. I'm scared that one day she'll look at me and see nothing but the woman who tried to keep her from her father. I'm scared she'll hate me." "She won't," Monica said firmly. "I won't allow that dickhead to steal away your little treasure." The word dickhead—so aggressive, so un-Monica-like—pulled something that might have been a laugh from Bianca's chest, though it came out watery and distorted by tears. "That's what best friends are for, right?" Monica added, a small smile playing at her lips. "To call the men who broke your heart nasty

another accused. “Let her be. Can’t you see the illness is written all over her?” Monica, another maid, spoke on my behalf like she always did. She was the only one who didn’t seem to hate me like everyone else did. She constantly conversed with me, smiled at me, and exchanged greetings. Although we weren’t that close, she was the only thing close to a friend I had.

Monica quipped, glaring at Gino and snickering when she caught sight of Cassidy's reddened cheeks, "This one is still mildly innocent. She needs to get use to my sense of humor." "I know you for years, Mono, and even I'm not use to that shit," I snorted, "but seriously, how are you?" Monica's face sobered, taking a seat at the edge of the couch. She let out a shaky breath, jade eyes becoming glassy. When she spoke, it sounded as if something clogged her throat. I felt her pain in my heart and felt the weight of her words on my shoulders, "I'm fine. I mean, I lost my beast because of the constant wolfsbane and silver but I'm still essentially me, right?"

“After this morning, I figured you’d crawl back to whatever hole you came from.” Stacey bit her lip hard enough to taste blood. “You are blocking my path.” she said quietly. Monica smirked. “I’m sorry, did you say something, twig?” Derick stepped in, his voice cool. “Monica, enough.” Monica’s jaw twitched. Her friends narrowed their eyes at Stacey like she’d spat on their designer bags. Stacey brushed past them. Behind her, Monica’s voice rang out. “He’s not into charity cases, you know!”

Heath should warn them. Monica seemed fixated on messing with their reputation. She was unsure of Monica’s intentions, as they weren’t as extreme as usual. There was drama and reputational damage. But the spectacular excitement or showmanship wasn’t there. Monica loved to be known for causing the damage and drama. Otherwise, she couldn’t be the victim without those kind-hearted people’s pity and the attention her lies gave her.

I spun around, glaring. Three guys stood there, laughing. One of them, this tall jerk from the basketball team with too much gel in his hair, leaned against the locker next to mine. “Hey Monica right? Pretty girl, I heard you left Gabriel and Damian bored already?” he drawled. “You want a real man to keep you busy this weekend?” His friend smirked. “Or two. Or three. I mean, since you’re into family packages. We do gang bangs boo.” They laughed, bumping each other’s fists like that was the funniest joke on Earth. Something inside me snapped. “You guys are disgusting,” I spat, slamming my locker shut.

Monica gave Delilah a smile after hugging her for a moment, they finally bid goodbye. Monica was ready to leave the Villa to go back to her cabin and find some spell to make everybody see the entire process of Delilah losing her memory. As she had already passed the Foyer, her eyes caught sight of someone. She lifted her face and her eyes met up with none other than her sister Mallory, who too looked entire shocked. “What are you doing here?” Mallory looked around to make sure nobody was listening to them and dashed downstairs at Monica. “I can ask you the same question, oh wait! Is this the new rich guy you are fooling around with?” Monica’s heart missed a beat, she thought she knew what ex