Just Monica Novels & Stories

Inside, it's all warm wood and soft lighting, tables spaced far enough apart that conversations stay private. Monica is already seated when I arrive, wearing an black basic shirt and tailored pants. She stands when she sees me, and we exchange an awkward hug before settling across from each other. We order food neither of us seems particularly interested in eating. Monica makes small talk about the weather, about how Luna is such a bright child, about Johnson's latest business venture. Her hands won't stay still. They fidget with her napkin, her water glass, the edge of her plate. I recognize the nervousness. I've felt it myself enough times.

She is talking about Andrew Kingston, but Monica isn't showing any interest. "Of course, they are. You'd know if you didn't waltz in right after her." "Who?" Monica was perplexed, still unaware of the lead. "It's Alice Cooper; aren't you friends with her?"

LISA Monica doesn’t answer right away. Her jaw tightens, her eyes moving briefly past me, toward the cars, the driver and the road sides. Then she laughs. A very heavy and rather mocking laugh. “You really don’t know, do you?” she says. I frown. “Know what?” Her laugh dies instantly. She steps closer, lowering her voice. “We’re not strangers idoit,” she says. “We never were.” My stomach tightens. “Are you drunk or something? Do you take drugs now?.” I asked clearly not understanding her point.

Adia confessed, taking spoonfuls of the food Sebastian made her, honestly she didn't expect his meal to come out so good, she'll never get enough of his food, then, if that's the case. Monica walked along the hallways after having a long chat with her mother, these days she's usually around her mother, as Adia is not in the house anymore, meaning there's no one for her to chat with, and she doesn't have any friends around her too, she can't even talk of saying in her fake room, Ace's presence is overbearing and suffocating, she can't stand him at.

she said standing up and walking to him. “Boss, the madam said she wants to talk to you,” Michael said into the phone, after some time Michael handed her the phone. “Did you arrive safely?” “Yes baby, I am glad that you are concerned about me. Did you take your medication as yet?” “No, I was waiting to hear when you arrive.” “Oh, seems like you are already missing me.” “Yes, be safe and I will see you tomorrow,” Anna said and returned the phone to Michael. “Boss,” Michael said as he watched his boss lady hurrying to the master bedroom before he heard the door lock, he then returned to his own bedroom and continued to discuss business.

, she said sarcastically. Monica's eyes lit up and I feel little bad. I thought Ashley was good to me but today what she said it seems like she was mocking me. " I don't have any problems to compete with our LUNA", Monica said putting extra emphasis on the word Luna. Some of her companions giggled. At first Ashley and Jemmey showed us what to do. It was our turn. It is the very first time I'm fighting against Monica. She smirked at me.

Damon smirked, "I'm the only exception. You... will fall for a casanova, Olivia." I scoffed, "You wish."

we literally have the same hobby and better she isn't bossing me around or giving me any advise like some people would do every five seconds #fakemomanddad. mtcheeeew. after the introduction and everything one by one we all click geez where have they been all my life oh good JESUS. and two of them have accent. like pleasing to the ears. all of them have just one vice all three of them have is that none is as handsome as Remi, just little more builded but- " so you single? huh? " Cody asked " yeah " I replied " and searching? " Derek ask this time " definitely "

"I miss how you used to talk to me, tell me about your day, your problems. I miss your laughter. I miss having you with us at dinner..." "But I always eat dinner with you," I say, my voice monotone, devoid of any emotion. "Yes, but it's like you're not really there," she replies, and her voice breaks a little. "You're always shutting us down." I don't say anything, don't want to argue, don't want to make it worse. "Jade...I miss talking to you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your father won't be home for a few weeks, and I don't have anyone to talk to."

For a long moment, neither of us moves. It’s a standoff. King and challenger. Except I’m not kneeling. Finally, Victor steps back from the podium. “This press conference is over,” he announces coldly. Security moves in. Reporters shout questions. Flashes blind me. But I don’t look away from him. Not once. As I step down from the stage, my phone buzzes in my pocket. Unknown number. I ignore it. Another buzz. Then another. I pulled it out. One new message. From Damon.