Jayy Von Monroe Now Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Diane gasped, we’d met them over summer break a year ago and recently, at his birthday. “Yep,” I nodded, staring still. Mr Monroe looked devastatingly handsome in his crisp white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing strong forearms and the expensive watch I knew cost millions. He looked like an older version of his son, but Ryan had his mother’s eyes. Mrs Monroe was stunning, she looked like a model, and she had these juicy large tits that put my B cup to shame.

“Taylor Monroe—she’s the one we need for our campaign.” Isabelle blinked. “Wait… Taylor Monroe? Isn't she the celebrity that doesn't even attend her own movie premieres? She only attends awards ceremonies, why would she agree to come to the opening event of Valmont Luxe? If she would even join, she would only join online so I guess Miss Simeone's team might have their sights on her.” “Yes,” Laura cut in. “Allison’s might team has their sights on her. But we’re going to get to her first.”

“You’re not mine. Even if I pretend that you are. Your heart never belong to me. I have been lying to myself for too long.” A flash went off to their right. The girl with the phone was still recording, whispering excitedly to the guy next to her. “Is that—?” “It’s her. The comeback model—Monica Banks. Holy sh*t, she just slapped that guy. This is going viral.” Monica’s stomach dropped. She turned just in time to catch another person lifting their phone. The name "Mo’s Fashion Empire" was already being murmured under breaths, mingling with phrases like “wasn’t she married to Liam?” and “isn’t that the designer guy?”

She had informed Monica moments earlier that she would not be able to have everything for the rest of her life, but she had not anticipated that it would occur at such short notice. “You are right, child and we are behind you, but we would like to know more," Jayla spoke in a casual manner getting up from her chair and approaching Monica with a pleased expression before expressing her happiness, "Upon hearing this, it appears that Mrs. Mackenzie has numerous secrets that have recently come to light, spoiling the exquisite facial arrangement."

Even though it was gold, it was as soft as a fabric. Monica had brought all her jewellery with her when she left Elysian Island. She knew that she could trade them for money. As she had left in a hurry, an agate bracelet hung out of her clutch. Jay was excited. It was his chance to get rich! Jay looked away from the clutch to look at Monica. What a beauty! She looked as elegant as a goddess. Jay gulped. "My beautiful lady, do you need any help?" "No, thank you," Monica replied without any hesitation.

"Um..." "She is all yours. Take it or leave it," Tristan focused on me again, crashing his lips against mine, and then I felt Mr Monroe's warm hands unzip my top further. My core was throbbing, and my panties were drenched. Tristan pulled away and took his jacket off, I tilted my head to the side as Mr Monroe leaned in, his breath against my neck as in the photoshoot, his hands on my waist. He trailed kisses along my shoulder and neck. I closed my eyes about to have an org^sm just because of this. I turned around to face Mr Monroe. He had hunger in his eyes. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. What on earth is happening to me? I felt Tristan behind me, he pressed his hard bulge a

He was staring at me, really staring, his expression curious. I was frozen. Completely frozen. Every muscle in my body locked up. He was here. In Fantasy Island. Ace fucking Monroe was sitting in a private booth that he'd specifically requested me for. My brain couldn't connect the dots. What was he doing in a place like this? This wasn't some high-end country club or political fundraiser. This was crass. This was where people came to get drunk and pretend and forget their real lives. Then it hit me. His birthday. He'd said it was his birthday today. This was where he'd chosen to celebrate.

Then she tried to soothe it with her palm before she leaned on the pillows to sleep. ***** As Mr. Monroe left Zenith's ward, he fished out his mobile phone from his pockets and dialed a random number from his contacts while he positioned himself on one of the balconies. Gazing at the sky, he gathered his thoughts and sighed sorrowfully as Zenith's melancholic and scarred face occupied his mind. The line rang and was answered after a few seconds of waiting. "Ben Monroe," A raspy voice came on the other end. "It's been a while, Ram. Why don't you come and see me?" Ben muttered coldly in response.