Just Monica Novels & Stories

Santana was my only real friend and I wast sure what I would do if she left. We had spent months shopping for the perfect dress for her to wear to the ceremony. I knew she was very excited. As long as I had known Santana she had dreamed of finding her mate, she was always talking about how great he would be and how powerful he would be. I, on the other hand, couldn't imagine having a mate. I had always been shy and more of a loner. I couldn't even talk to guys without stumbling over my words and looking like a fool.

, she commented as she played with her nails, I stared at her with a non concern look, if only she knew I want hurt, who ever Lucas fucked was non of my business, I knew it wasn’t going to be the last time he fucked someone and I had accepted it as it is, all I wanted was his trust and nothing else mattered. I attempted to walk away but no, the girl was persistent, maybe she just wanted to rub what she saw as a fortune all over my face and I was getting pissed off by it. “Hi, I am Monica,” she voiced out as she smirked at me. “Nice achievement Monica, congratulations on your promotion,” I complimented and I could see the fury on her face. I rolled my eyes. I really hope she doesn’t turn out

Monica had always loved the limelight. She wore a scarlet dress, skyscraper heels, and revealed a pair of long, white legs. Her gentle, slightly curled hair cascaded down her back, and every move she made exuded charm and allure. Several men standing not far away watched Monica, and the blood in their veins surged with desire. But Monica completely ignored their gazes. She had only one purpose: to attract Benjamin's attention. Tony, standing nearby, understood the implications of her actions.

I reached for my phone, finding a text from Monica. Monica: Hey, are you settled in your new man-cave? Me: Yea…I think so, how you holding up? You okay? Monica: Why wouldn’t I be? I’m currently stuffing my face with pizza, on your bed. Thinking about how I can decorate. This house needs a woman’s touch. Me: It’s been touched by a woman, me. Monica: yeah but you decorate like a minimalist monk. I snickered, trying not to wake Crest.

Monica's gaze, however, seemed free from any preconceived notions, and I couldn't help but wonder why. "I've been away on vacation," Monica explained, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and exhaustion. "I only just learned about Stella, and I rushed back as soon as I could." My discomfort grew as I realized that Monica hadn't recognized me as the supposed "enemy" in Stella's life. It was an unexpected twist in the narrative, leaving me with a mix of relief and confusion. Stella's perception of our relationship had been one fraught with tension and attempted murder, yet Monica seemed oblivious to any animosity.

Paul replied casually. Monica’s eyes widened in slight surprise before it narrowed when she realized that she wasn’t the only one who realized that they were being watched just now. It didn’t seem to bother Paul, and frankly, it didn’t really bother her either. However, it might cause her some trouble if words were to get out. Controlling the girls and making sure that they behaved well was her job and she didn’t want anything complicating that or making her life harder. “Her name is Mila,” Monica replied emotionlessly.

Even though Jessica achieved what she wanted, she was by herself in the room with Monica and had the opportunity to speak with her, but she couldn't help but feel as though Brian was watching her, so she kept glancing around the room to see if any cameras were there. But before she could take a good look around, Monica sprang on her and hugged her, muttering, "I miss you so much! I can't believe you are seated in front of me!" Monica began crying while holding Jessica because it was the most far picture she had ever imagined seeing at the time. “Shh...Monica... Keep your voice to the floor stop weeping. I know you are delighted I am here, but we cannot do all these things, and I am unable to

•••MOLLY••• I sat down comfortably eating my pancake, Erica and Manfred show up, Manfred looked pissed and stressed probably since they couldn't find that lousy bitch after her disastrous enthronement, it's been a week it's like she just disappeared it's a good thing because that could mean she's out of the way. "How are you Molly? " Manfred asked. "I'm fine..." i didn't bother to make eye contact with him. "I'm sorry about what happened to Quinn, i hope she sure dies..."

He told her in a soft yet serious voice. She only mumbled, "don't look crazy then." He sighed and again, scolded her for distracting him before telling her to listen to the teacher and do her work. "I can't! It's sooo boring. Mason's asleep and Sabrina's texting Connor." Ava whined in response. "Pay attention to the teacher and be a good Luna role model, baby." Lucas said, trying to convince her knowing that the Luna card would work.

Her facial expression was something I feared even when she walked to my bed I lowered my head to the bowl in my hand "And she should stick to her work...she's expecting the heir to the Ellison fortune but let me remind you where you belong, "Monica said bitterly as she stood by my bed. Her voice was deadly, especially her gaze. I didn't know why she was reminding me of what I came to do "Monica please…"Justin tried saying but Monica cut him off with just one look. Julia already left immediately Monica walked in and I knew the lady was a scary tigress