Jayy Von Monroe Now Novels & Stories

Damien was walking into a trap, and I had no way of warning him. Monroe's cold gaze shifted from the phone to me and Ava, his expression devoid of any remorse or empathy. With a chilling calmness, he began to speak, his words dripping with a sense of detachment and indifference. "I want to make one thing clear," Monroe said, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "I don't care about Renaissance. I don't care about you, Isabella, or you, Ava. The only thing I want is Damien." His words sent a shiver down my spine, the raw intensity of his gaze sending a wave of fear coursing through me. I exchanged a worried glance with Ava, the gravity of Monroe's words sinking in as I realized

“Survival? You sound like a paranoid foreigner. If there's real evidence, we will need it . otherwise…” "I don't think you know who is here with you. I'm Jace Monroe, Owner of the Monroe corporation Enterprise. One of the youngest billionaires before age fourteen, Oxford best business graduating student, elite to the United Kingdom royalty, you don't want to act nonchalant with me, I will put a call across and make sure you never get to see the light of the day in your entire life." The man was shocked, he didn't believe his eyes, he stood up and saluted.

Her dress was tight, expensive, provocative—the kind of outfit that doesn’t ask for attention, it demands it. My heart tightened in my chest, but I kept my face impassive. I couldn’t let Mark notice anything. “Today, we’re chatting with influencer, model, and entrepreneur Vanessa Monroe,” the host announced with that usual fake enthusiasm. “She’s going through a special moment and is here to share some news with us.”

Monroe and Jessica are both there. “I will take the Los Angeles position.” Jessica smiles at us. Her documents signed. “…and I will take the London office. Here.” Monroe smiles placing her papers on the conference table in front of us. We both stand and smile shaking their hands. “Well congratulations ladies. Welcome to the big leagues.” Rowan smiles as I shake their hands also. Monroe squeals and gives me a hug. “Oh my god we have to go shopping for your new wardrobe.” I tell Monroe and she shakes her head vehemently.

Moxie screamed at the top of his lungs and Jay grabbed his ribs laughing. “He’s an actor,'' Jay managed between his assaulting fit of laughter and Mj crossed her arms. “Well I don't watch T.V. so I have no idea who that is,” Moxie shook his head in disgust. “We are going to fix that as soon as we get back...have you ever seen The King and I?” He asked and Mj chewed her lip. “We watched it in school once...I think but I didn't really pay any attention to it.” Moxie made a groaning sound and squeezed the steering wheel. “You mean to tell me you have no idea who Yul Brynner...the greatest actor in the world is? Have you ever seen Westworld, or The Magnificent Seven...shit girl he was in The Ten

Nah, he didn’t say that part, but how I wish that were true. Once I was done, I put my jeans and tight white graphic tee back on and headed to Ms. Monroe’s office. I poke my head in and see her sipping on her coffee and clicking about on her laptop. “Laynie, get over here a look how lovely you are in these shots! Even some of the ones that you kept that nose ring in for look beautiful. You were made for this. You look just like your mother in this one here.”

He finally stopped on one that hadn’t finished the report. “Today, another message from Viola Monroe, who has been labeled an international terrorist, war criminal, cult leader, and murderer by the UN. She has released a statement. We’ll read it here.” The anchor lifted a sheet of paper and started reading. “To the humans and rightful heirs of this world, I say that our goals are still within reach, but as of today, all efforts to capture Lyanna Bloodmoon must stop immediately.” I turned toward Lyanna, confused. She looked just as lost as I felt.

Behind him, two girls were giggling as they helped him carry more stuff in. "Ladies, ladies. You're too kind." He winked at them. "But I can handle it from here." They left, still giggling, he whistled at their backsides as they left, and then he turned to us. "Roommates! Excellent." He dropped his bags, crossed the room in three strides and stuck his hand out to me. "Jax Monroe. Werewolf and the future Alpha of the Monroe pack. And you're Calla Thorne. The girl who broke the internet's heart."

He was surprised and immediately curtseyed as well as Gen's father. Cayden just nodded and said nothing. "Mom, don't call him that. We are hiding our identity while on this mission." Gen made a weak promise to his mother. "Ohh... Okay, not a problem. I'll just inform your grandmother because you know her." Gen's mom said. "But by the way may I know these new faces?" Gen's mom asked. "Oh, how rude of me, by the way, I am Lady Ruth Guinevere Lez Monroe and this is my husband Lord Jimin Vee Sel Monroe." Introduce it to us.

It didn’t dull the anger, but it helped. I was on my third glass when a familiar voice cut through the noise. “Rhea? No fucking way.” I turned to see Jade Monroe, one of my old casual hookups from before this whole Kai nightmare started. Jade was dressed even wilder than usual, a tiny red metallic top that barely covered her nipples, a black micro skirt that rode up with every step, fishnet stockings, and sky high heels. Her dark hair was wild, makeup bold, and she moved like she owned the entire club.