Just Monica Novels & Stories

Her hair is cut in a short, polished bob, the platinum blonde color of her hair appearing natural. Monica takes a long breath, her narrow shoulders lifting and falling in a fluid movement. I can hear the annoyance in her sigh just before she says, “Why not you, Nora?” Her comment spins in my head. She has a point; any girl would love the opportunity she’s giving me. I’m just not sure I’m the girl to accept the offer. Monica’s phone chimes from where she has it laid out on the table. She says nothing as she picks it up and starts rapidly typing away at it.

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.

she murmured with a teasing tone, tossing the towel onto the bed beside her. "Grounded? What do you mean by that?" She frowned, her voice filled with confusion and curiosity. Monica exhaled with a small laugh. "I'm joking." "Alright then, we're all going out tonight to our usual nightclub. We're waiting for you," she said excitedly. Monica hesitated. " Ummm, I don't know. I'm not really in the mood to go out."

Enraged, Monica grabbed the coffee mug and splashed it on Jemma’s face, "You bitch!" The commotion caught everyone's attention, and people started watching the drama unfold. Monica raised her voice, "Don't sympathize with her. Do you even know who she is? She hooks up with rich people, carries kids without getting married, then blackmails them into marrying her. Just like her mother did. Shameful!" Monica shouted for all to hear, leaving Jemma feeling ashamed, closing her eyes and lowering her head.

She stated dryly. Annie huffed. “We’ll see about that Mother.” “You okay now? I’m going back to bed. I have an early flight to catch.” Monica said. “Sure.” She mumbled. “Want anything to eat?”. “No thanks.” Monica kissed her daughter’s forehead and left. She hoped that whatever her daughter was planning wouldn’t backfire on her because Cesari Islan Sandoval wasn’t just your ordinary easy billionaire. ****** “Mommy! Someone’s at the door!”. Miesa called.

You full of shit. ''Oh come on, we all know who's full of shit here. You're making even the toilets jealous.'' I said, forcing my hand out of her grip and heading to my class without saying another word. ⋇ ༻✼༺ ⋇ This is my last class. Music. The only reason I come to school is on Mondays and Thursdays. I go to the classroom, and to my surprise, it is empty. I take my place and wait for the others to come. I haven't took a second off. Kai can be everywhere and I need to be here if he decides to show up.

Not forcibly. Genuinely happy. All because of Monica, Angelina and Lincoln.

She is just using her for information she can relay back to Monica. I'm talking about the mole. Ms. Claire.

I still enjoy chatting with you more. Just then, I noticed the barrage of comments going wild, as if something had triggered them. [Can someone explain why Monica is also friends with Georgia?] [Is Jedediah just an expendable fish in Monica's pond?] [Georgia, what are you doing? Jedediah is still waiting for your reply. Why are you chatting with Monica?] [Monica, look behind you. The creepy guy is following you. Can you really talk to someone like that?] [Everything's a mess now. Drink to that.]

It might be Shiina's first time to hear such an answer that she looked at him with a confused expression. Monica nodded and said, "I have infinite possibilities. I don't intend to be one of the colors among all living beings. I don't want to be a filler among everyone, but I want to make everyone, no, the world, to be affected by me." Shiina was stunned when she heard such an answer from Monica.