Jayy Von Monroe Now Novels & Stories

Wu Jin, Tanya Yvanoff, Carter Brown, Bianca Soriano and Fiona Xu were trained some from the Monroe security training while others were former special ops. "Yes he is Sir but I think it is because the young master had a great example" George complimented his boss. CEO Monroe glanced at the one of the picture in his desks. It was an old photo of his sons, they were about 8 years old, both were smiling at the camera. "If only my other son would open his eyes and leave that Claire girl" Alexander Monroe said in exasperation.

The door opened again, and in he came. Jonathan Monroe had the look of a man who believed he owned every room he walked into. Broad shoulders in a tailored navy suit with that smarmy campaign smile glued to his face and a pair of eyes that were just a little too sharp for a man who claimed to care about the people. He was all polish and rot. “Myles,” he greeted me by my first name as if we were close buddies and walked toward me with the swagger of a man pretending he’d been invited. “I appreciate you making time for me.”

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.

“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.

"Monroe, darling you made it." I looked between both of them before acknowledging her. "Yvette." I looked at her emotionlessly. "Wyatt." I looked at him with an ounce of malice in my voice as if that would even get his attention. He didn't peer up from his phone, not once. "You know Monroe -" he started with a smug tone in his voice. " - we gave you everything you have, including that monthly allowance we still put in your account every month." He finally looked up at me with a look of disdain on his face.

“Without taking any more of your time we would like to make another announcement which is another reason for this ball.” “We would like to formally introduce you to our daughter, Evelyn Monroe, CEO of Monroe Interiors.” A hush fell over the room, as shocked and confused faces looked towards the entrance, where Ryan Monroe walked in with a young woman. Dressed impeccably in a navy blue, A-line, off-shoulder evening gown, with a sweetheart neckline, embedded with Swarovski diamonds that shimmered brilliantly with every step they took. But what took everyone’s breath away were her eyes, a beautiful violet, highlighted by her jet-black hair and pale skin, her features an exact copy of Rudolf’s b

Mrs. Monroe's disappointment softened further as she looked at Ava, understanding the complexities that often accompanied the modeling world. She had witnessed many aspiring models lose themselves in the pursuit of success, compromising their own well-being and happiness. She didn't want the same fate for Ava. "My dear, I know this industry can be challenging," Mrs. Monroe said, her voice laced with compassion. "But never forget that you are more than just a model. You are a remarkable young woman with dreams and desires that extend far beyond the runway. Your happiness and fulfillment should always be a priority."

Miss Donna said, staring at us. "Hello, everyone. Trust your day is going fine? I'm Jaxon as she said earlier" I muttered with a small smile. "And I'm the only love of his life, Ayla!" She said giggling as she held my hand, staring at my eyes while I also got lost in her eyes that I couldn't stop myself forgetting that we were on live TV until Miss Donna cleared her throat noisily. "Mrs Anthony, you look so happy to be here, it's even a rumor that said that you and Mr Anthony are fighting but I guess that it's just a rumor" she said with a sweet smile.