Just Monica Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

Her heart felt heavy. Did they break up? They did indeed spend time together, even if it was just for those few short hours. “Yes.” Harmonia gave an affirmative answer. “In that case, can I still trouble you…” Monica's voice sounded so weak. It could be said that she was all alone without any friends in the entire Nilus City. Harmonia speculated that something must have happened. “Of course, what's wrong?” Harmonia asked immediately.

"I can only be happy with you Arnold. I raised up my head to the voice that interrupted Loveth. There was Monica dressed in her usual body hug wears. Her taste actually, and its always make her look more beautiful, not that of yesterday. Maybe she just love to show off her shape with this type of dresses, and it kills me when she go out with another guy in it. Her long hair dropped in front of her as she bonded it freely. I lost my gaze on her not until she repeated; "I can only be happy with you Arnold." I stood up from the couch wondering what is going on? I can't really understand. I turned to Loveth and I caught her smiling, so then she said; "I–I'll leave you guys to talk," she clasped

"I can't believe this! Honestly that's the funniest shit I ever saw." "So you aren't mad that I practically ruined the ending of your show?" she questioned. "Hell no! girl that made my night, The only thing I'm mad about is the fact that it wasn't me falling into the chiseled arms of that male god." She giggled. "I'll be back I need to go give my closing speech for the night and get the attention back on me!" Cassidy smiled as she walked away. Sebastian returned a few seconds later handing her the champagne.

Adrian joked. "Adrian! I'm not in the mood to joke!" Ashton warned. "Ok ok! Here is what you wanted to hear. She isn't going out with anyone tomorrow. But she may have plans with Macy at home. They are planning a Marvel movie marathon or something.” Ashton's face lit up on his answer. He smirked thinking of his next move. "That's great. See you tomorrow then!" He hung up excitedly.

“Ever again.” Niccola studies my face, searching for cracks. “Is she being arrested?” “Not yet,” I admit. “But she’s cornered.” My mother exhales slowly, something like relief softening her posture. “About time.” The TV flickers to life behind us. Mom must’ve turned it on earlier without sound. Now a familiar image fills the screen. Monica. Standing outside a courthouse in a tailored coat, hair immaculate, jaw set like steel. Cameras swarm her. Microphones press forward like weapons.

she said. Monica is a girl who moved to New York City alone. All of his family are in Chicago. Monica was born into an affluent family. His father was a teacher, and his mother was a seamstress. "How is mother?" muttered Monica as she closed her eyes. At the same time, suddenly his cell phone rang. "Who is it? Why is the number unknown?" muttered Monica. Without thinking further, Monica also accepted the call. "Hello." "Hi beautiful. Am I bothering you?"

Just then, Monica called out to her, "Summer, there's one more thing I need to tell you." "Yes?" "No matter what, you must keep going. I can only rely on you," Monica said. Feeling puzzled by her words, Summer sought further clarification. Monica simply shook her head and said, "If you don't understand now, you will in time." With that, Monica stood up, turning gracefully. The gentle breeze lifted her long hair, giving her a forlorn and solitary appearance. It was as if her back was shrouded in loneliness. Summer couldn't understand why Monica seemed so melancholic. Was she truly feeling sorrow?