Jayy Von Monroe Now Novels & Stories

Dary is now sobbing so loudly. "She makes you happy? Fine. Do you like her?" She asks. "Yes, Dary. I like her, a lot." My books fall to the ground with a thud, and I still don't pick them up. What did I just hear? Jason Monroe likes me? "Alright. I'll let you be. But... just one more kiss. One last kiss, Jay Jay... please." Oh... Eww... I take my bag and decide I don't want to be a witness to the post-breakup or whatever they're gonna do now.

(Monroe) With my call, Monroe who’s been standing close behind me without saying a words nor even batting an eye at what happened comes closer and took the unconcious BJ AhYoon from me and stood a little bit away from where I was. “Ladies…you too should stay at where, Miss Monroe was..I’m going to to teach this scumbag a manner lesson for a minute..”.

"Shooting’s going to take a couple of months, and it's due for release in spring. Most of the scenes will be taken in North City." "That's good," Bob said. Jay didn’t elaborate, and turned his attention to the catwalk. Jay was attending the fashion show since he had helped Maron with one of his commercials in Zidonia, something Maron was very happy about. They had since made each other's acquaintance, which was how he got invited to the fashion show. While Jay wasn’t particularly extroverted, he wasn’t one who said no easily. When faced with a friendly gesture, he couldn’t bring himself to reject it. Thus, he attended the fashion show despite his busy schedule.

he grinned and let out a yawn," now let's go before everybody's too tired to deal with Jack tomorrow." Ugh. Jack Monroe. Insufferable prick that sat highest on the werewolf council. They praised him so much for being the embodiment of Luna's blessing. I'd nearly forgotten he mentioned coming for the birth. We only knew it could be any day now so he'd decided to invite himself to stay. Asshole. One by one we all made it out of the houses and back into the cars. Simon and Jade were the last to come out. Red eyed with messy clothing and silent. I sniffed the air, catching a scent on the both of them that made my lips curl in disgust.

I watch her leave through the side entrance and I’m about to leave for my desk when my eyes catch the image on her screen. Is that? I move closer and bend my neck. Yeah. She’s looking through Jade’s I*******m profile and the picture she’s clicked on has Brynn in it. Seems they went out for a party. Brynn, Jade, and the friend whom I’ve not personally met, but I do know her—Juliet Monroe. Curly ginger hair, marble grey eyes, with a mysterious vibe around her. Her background is not so mysterious, though. She’s the daughter of two best, highest-paid lawyers in town, and words about what a perfect family they are have been printed in newspapers and displayed on TV screens.

“Okay,I’ll wait here.” “No.” Eden’s voice was firm. He straightened his shirt. “You’re coming with me,my Fiancée must always be with me.” A few minutes later,we were in the dimly lit private lounge off the main bar. Monroe was already there, alone this time without Chanel. He had two glasses of whiskey waiting on the low table. “Mr Gregory,” Monroe said, standing with that fake smile.“Glad you could make it. And you brought….your fiancée.”

A switch has been flipped, and my entire being is electrified with anticipation, "Package’ll be ready in 24 hours, but you need to keep your end of the bargain. And that means keeping your grubby paws off Brielle's parents." “Well, I’ve gotta tell you, buddy The Monroes are sipping on piña coladas, working on their tans, and playing beach volleyball. It’s a tropical paradise over here.” “Tropical paradise? You mean the kind with armed guards and no phone signal? Don't insult my intelligence, Jeremy.” A laughter drips with condescension on the other end, “Do I sound like Jeremy? Please. I'm the upgrade. The 2.0. The one they call when they need the best. Jeremy's just…well, Jeremy.”

Then she licked his neck. "Jessica Monroe, 23 years old, Daughter of Jamie Monroe and Alisa Chua, Married status." "Married?" She asked the assistant in surprise. "Yes... may I continue?" Her master only gave the code through his finger. "Married to a wealthy businessman, named Morgan Morris." She was again surprised by that. It's not that he doesn't know who the name belongs to. She had even met him in person at a business event. And sure enough, her ruler's aura came out of her body.

Jemma kept her head down, silent. Monica, with a smirk, commented, "You seem pretty wealthy! And you look smart too! Should've thought twice before going on a date with such a lousy girl." "Who are you?" Jay asked. "Before that, let me tell you who she is. She's the daughter of my husband's mistress." Jay understood Monica's implications. Looking around, he grasped Jemma's shoulder and said, "Let's get out of here." He hurried her out of the hotel.

Then he pulled her to her knees. “Now open that pretty little mouth, Reyna. I’ve got something for you to cool down with.” The tiles were cool under Reyna’s knees, but her skin was fire—flushed, still twitching from the orgasm he ripped from her minutes ago. Her pussy still pulsed with aftershocks, the inside of her thighs slick and sticky with her own release. She blinked up at him, pupils blown, breath short. Jace Monroe towered over her, chest heaving, muscles flexed, abs still gleaming with sweat. He looked like a fucking god.