Just Monika Novels & Stories

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.

Monika was sad as she stroked a finger down his cheek. "Isn't that what you're doing right now?" Ash snapped. Monika smiled. "What the boss doesn't know won't kill him." "Get the fuck off of me," Ash said, struggling to get Monika off of him. Monika raised a hand and slapped him across the face, causing Ash to whimper. "Who do you think you are? You're an omega. You don't get to command me around. I'm sick of hearing your voice." Monika said and brought out a ball gag from her back pocket. She laughed when she saw Ash's eyes widen. Within seconds, she placed the ball gag in Ash's mouth, hooking it behind his head.

Nick walked out immediately, rubbing his forehead in agony and shame, he didn't have far to go, we had officers waiting on the outside for him also. I take my seat in the boss' chair, smiling, I looked around the table. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Camila Clair Camorra, I am your CEO" I say leaning back and watching their faces go from shocked to very impressed. Elijah smiles at me in adoration, he's so handsome!. But what are the odds, I'm the villain in everyone else's story except his.

I didn’t want him to pick me so why did I get this dreadful feeling each time I thought about him picking anyone else. I was brought back to my senses when the Luna announced she would begin with the girls ranked nine. Kai still had not picked his mate and I was beginning to think he may be waiting for Santana after all. When the Luna called her name I waited to hear Kai speak up, but he didn’t. At least four men did speak up to claim Santana as their own. I wasn’t surprised she had shamelessly flirted with all of them. It was when a familiar voice spoke up from the back of the crowd that all others went silent. I let out a gasp when Kade, Kassius’ older brother, made his way to the front.

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 "

He slides a photograph across the desk to me and I snap it up and raise it to examine. The photograph has age, a bit crumpled in one corner. It depicts a family, a once happy family. Leda and her husband stand smiling and proud above a young girl, a young girl who's eyes turn my stomach. I blink several times and redirect my attention to Jonah. "Who is this?" "Mira Marshall. Here, look through this." He shoves the cellular phone at me and I hastily poke around until I have pulled up the picture gallery.

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.]

James with his glasses on, a leather folder under his arm, his face giving absolutely nothing away. My father stood slightly behind them. Elena was near the staircase. Composed. Watching. And Maria — Maria stood just off-center, slightly apart from her mother. She was wearing white. Something soft and simple that made her look younger than she was. Her hands were folded in front of her. Her eyes were cast slightly downward. She looked like a painting of innocence. I watched her for one second too long and felt something cold move through my chest. Then Damien turned his head. And found me.

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”